Wander! Don't you dare walk.
And think about the wrongs
Whether they came at you
Or if it was you, they came from
Wake up! Don't you dare sleep.
And think of all that was not ok
All that you lacked today
Making your poetry prosaic,
And all that you will lack the next day
Procrastinate! Don't you dare produce.
What if it isn't perfect?
What if you are inept?
And are disappointed after
All effort will be for nothing but
The days will just be darker.
Isolate! Don't you dare love.
What if you don't feel loved back
And instead their words and their actions
Seem like a series of envious caveats?
What if you stop loving altogether
Consumed with this cycle of anhiliation
And your heart has no space left for love intake?
Sulk! Don't you dare cheer up.
Life has always been harder than you think
Oh, the ripple effects of your perennial worrying!
And you, my darling self,
What if are nothing bus a misfit
Who will neither evolve, nor succumb
Because you, my dear, are nothing
Except for a patient, with unaddressed ANXIETY.