A Poem With Full of Complain

I hate how anxiety exists Maybe I was born with it Maybe I just can't get over it I hate the way it ruins And the way it manipulates me I hate how being afraid exists I hate it but I am still afraid I am afraid of loosing I am afraid of being forgotten I am afraid of being left behind maybe one day I'll be gone Like ashes that flew in the air I hate it I hate how depression exists It makes me sad Overthink Even stressed I wanna tear it like a sheet of paper Wrote it with words with full of hate Threw it and crumpled it's sheet