dear anxiety

i hate you. i want to rip you from my chest and break you into a million pieces. you're the reason why i cry all night, you're the reason i doubt myself when others believe in me. you're the little voice in my head saying I'm not good enough or not pretty enough. well guess what, you're wrong. i have this constant battle with myself and you always win. i'm tired of you. you put me down and the moment i get back up you push me back onto ground. i've been patient and enough is enough. i've let you take control for too long. you're the reason i hate myself, the reason i let myself miss out on things in life. you've kept me silent and you've taken so much from me. not anymore. at least, maybe not in the future. for now you are still here. but i cannot count down the days until you are gone and out of my life. you're wicked games have gone too far. but we are not done playing yet.