Earth

Winter and Spring

Winter and spring
I am more than one person.
Some days I am cold,
Some I'm warm and windy,
Swiftly drifting from the southern artic to fun and flimsy.
I am anxiety and depression
I formulated both, they never leave me
We're friends, you know.
One is overprotective, warning me of upcoming dangers
The other is possessive, afraid of losing me,
he only wants to chill at home.
I know they're not people, more like dreary shadows
But they comfort me when I'm alone, under my blankets and pillows.
Drowning with tears
It's actually funny, I don't have many fears.
Anxiety is a bitch and not the bad kind. She's more sad and afraid, she always asks, and I reply every time, my fear measures the size of a dime.
Even though I've answered, she is persistent I'll admit, begging I am just like her, nothing I say will ever silence her
So I sit, and not still, I shake uncontrollably
Like I'm being held against my will.
Depression is violent and aggressive. He grabs me by my throat and whisper get your stuff we're leaving I already paid the bill.
I don't have a voice, and he forces me home he yells "you're the one that's created this hell, you've been the one not coming out of their shell!"
so I submit and I agree,
I can't blame them this is all on me,
then anxiety sneaky as can be, slithers into my ear
saying this is what you were afraid of, my dear,
and my eyes fade to dark
they've lost their twinkling spark,
And I wonder, how long can I continue to live like this
My mind shifts back and forth over and over
I twist and turn crying in my hands I don't have any shoulders.
The cycle repeats even worst as I grow older.
I try to grow with my age but my friends keep me stagnant and it stings.
It's funny, I am An Earth child, Who only fears her own created Winter and Spring.