Anxiety And Frustration Poem
Horrible best friends and polar opposites.
Two extremes of the same balance.
At one side lies no rest and the other stasis.
They get along like a house on fire.
Feeding into the worst traits of the other.
Never found too far apart from each other.
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It is so difficult to stay in the middle.
The scale always seems to tip when I find balance.
Easier to visualize than practice.
I never liked those odds.
For I am also my own worst enemy.
Never designed to stay in one place.
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No, what I need to do is separate them.
Divorce them from each other entirely.
Fenced with a barrier of my own design and location.
Lined with the landmarks of what I know works.
Then maybe if I slip, it would not be as bad.
My back caught by what I know works.