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.


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