Anxiety is a Bad Roommate

recently diagnosed with anxiety, so I wrote a poem about how I’ve struggled with it

Anxiety moved in a long while back,
Yet they still have not unpacked their bags.

They do not like to do their chores,
They fill the house with trinkets galore.

They make snide comments about how you dress,
And their whole room is a horrid mess.

They do not like your friends at all.
If you ever go out, they’ll whine and bawl.

Decisions make them very mad,
And they make sure their anger makes you sad.

They play loud music while you sleep,
And ignore you whenever you weep.

You don’t like them, but you can’t make them move.
And they’ll never let you try to improve.

Yet they cry when you use a harsher tone.
If your roommate’s like this, you’re not alone.