Anxiety is man,
He tells earnestly
For what I should worry
But as I focus on his features
He seems to be blurry
So I’ve come to find out
He thinks he knows best
In his well trimmed suit
With a velvet vest.
But his words are empty
A spiral of care.
Obsession dressed in good intentions
To hide the nightmare.
By the Brooke 
This is a really humorous take on anxiety, and the personification is so well done! I also love that “He” is wearing a “velvet vest,” like giving him this know-it-all, proper exterior. Amazing poem!
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