Anxiety knocks on my front door
and demands to be let in.
I am too much of a pushover;
I let her in with little resistance
and offer her some tea.
“It’s been a while”,
I say, offering small talk.
“Oh, I’m always around”,
she replies.
Downing the tea in one boiling gulp,
she makes herself at home
beneath my skin.

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