a poem about anxiety

I’m not who you think I am
I’m not you

I’m the years of saying you are ok when you are not
I’m the dreams you used to have and then forgot
I’m the darkest thoughts you spend your life trying to ignore
I’m the love you shut out like a slammed door

I’m in you but I’m not you
The only way to get rid of me
Is to be the real you

Spend your days doing things you love
Step away from the screen and give yourself a hug
Take the time to go within, I promise you’ll be fine
This anxiety you feel is just a sign

A sign, a message, a to do
It showed up the day you stopped being the real you
Take off your mask, I want to see your face
You deserve to be seen, with amazing grace