Anxiety

My anxiety She lives only within my mind, yet has full control of what I do, say, and how I act. But please, Please be patient with her. She doesn't like being yelled at, She's a sensitive soul. She doesn't have a big voice for fear of judgment and rejection just for speaking her mind. My anxiety is quiet and introverted and enjoys being alone, But sometimes being alone is far from enjoyable. Oh how she wishes she could speak to you like a story where there is no telling where it will end. To be able to say how she feels without the apprehension that you will turn her away. The dismay of being constantly  looked upon at every outing. She wishes to be different, To be herself And for once, just once, someone to listen and understand and tell her , It's okay, I've got you.