Letter I Can't Send

Dear Anxiety:


Please leave.

I don’t like you.

I certainly don’t need you.


...or do I? Would I

remember everything I have to get done

without worrying about all the deadlines?

And what if I’m not watching people’s reactions

closely enough

and I don’t catch that

I’m boring them?


No, it’s all just you again. Just making me think

I need you.

That I can’t get rid of you.


But I can.

And I will.

But you’re hanging on

like cobwebs in the corner

and I have to beat you down

with a broom.



Just leave.

I don’t want you.

And I certainly don’t need you.



You know who it is.


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