As An Anxiety Sufferer

Original Poetry

As an anxiety sufferer,
I once felt like I was a burden
To all my friends and family.
I felt like a heavy blanket of rain,
Too miserable to be beautiful
With my mood changing as quick
As the wind.
Over time, I learnt
My anxiety is an imperfection,
But something I can live with.
Because ultimately, it just means
I feel things a little too deeply
Than others.

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