Ugly As Sh*t

Anxiety

Anxiety, my dear old best friend,
You make me feel ugly as shit.
You are that friend that never leaves my side even though I would rather the abandonment than the repeated undeserved hits.

That dear old best friend that is straight up-
tells you like it is....and how it isn't but still makes you believe it is.

The times you have told me that I am undeserving:
of love,
of joy,
of peace,
of kindness,
of all the mothafuckin' above.

I appreciate your "honesty", best friend.
You always have my back; never making me look like a fool.
Giving me that harsh reality;
You are one of the many keys on my mental chain; my tool.

You love to talk shit about my body:
"You're so skinny"
"You're so thin"
"Stuff down more food",
"You're nothing but bone and skin."

I appreciate your dedication Anxiety,
your commitment to me.
I need no one else.
It'll forever just be me and you, that I can see.

I need not relationships,
Nor joy,
Nor peace,
Nor happiness;
only on you I can depend.

It'll be just us,
all the way up until our pre-planned end.