An ode to anxiety

I hate the way you visit me
Tonight and every other fortnight
I hate the way you make me feel
Small, insignificant and trite
I hate the way you remind me
Of my every tiny mistake
I hate your name, I hate your guts
I hate your petty voice,your ridicule
I hate your conceited concern
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
I just hate me
A little bit
Most definitely
Albeit without a cause

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