Your Anxiety: My Prison

Sometimes you get mad

At me when I’m excited

About a new thing. It’s

Like it threatens you

And you have to kill it. I

Don’t know if it’s a

Bullying instinct,

But it’s brutal. You become

The Conformity

Cop. And I am the

Criminal. I encourage

Your interests. Passion

Doesn’t frighten me.

I want to share all of my

Life, but I realize

The time is come to

Set boundaries. We share what

We share, and we don’t

What we don’t. I am

Lowered and you are too by

This pattern. Let me

Occupy my mind

As my fortress, and you will

Receive messengers.

I cannot allow you

To do violence to my

Subjects anymore.