You must really “love” me, don’t you?
You’re with me everyday,
and you always show up even when I don’t expect you.
Why don’t I just wear a sign that says “I have anxiety”?
You would creep up on me like a snake,
slowly, steadily, like as if you want to sedate me.
You would just do the opposite.
Whenever there was a fight between you and me
You would always win.
You always had the last laugh
and you always made me feel sorry for myself.
Well guess what anxiety?
It’s over between us.
It’s not me, it’s you!
You don’t love me. You just love what you do to me.
I am done!
I’m done with you,
I’m done with what you’re doing to me,
and I am absolutely done with how I’m affected by you!
Anxiety, with you it’s like a chess game.
Just when I think I’m about to win,
You knock me over and defeat me.
But this time,
I have won!
So I am very proud to say,
And if you try to come back into my life, you will not win.
Your former victim.
P.S. Check mate