Poem for ya!

Oh anxiety, my dear old friend,
You never leave me till the very end.
You’re always there to hold my hand,
And guide me through this scary land.

You tell me lies, oh how you do,
“You’re not good enough, you’ll never make it through.”
You make me doubt myself each day,
And fill my mind with fear and dismay.

But fear not, anxiety, I won’t be fooled,
By your lies and your tricks, I won’t be schooled.
I’ll stand up tall and face you head-on,
And show you that your power is gone.

So thanks for being here, my dear old friend,
But I won’t let you control me till the very end.
I’ll take back the reins and live my life,
Without your lies and your endless strife.