Previously living just you and yourself;
A picture of positive mental health.
Your mind a place of domestic joy;
No one around to pester or annoy.
Thoughts the only company you need;
A content and happy life to lead.
Hearing a knock on the door in your head;
Gone is the bliss, replaced by dread.
Someone stands there, bags in tow;
A foot in the door, no intention to go.
Walking in and staking a claim;
Your roommate is here, Anxiety their name.
Sharing your space, a difficult task;
Your concern behind a smiling mask.
At first the annoyance, trivial and small;
Behaviour filled with arrogance and gall.
Causing clutter, not taking care;
Thoughts here and worries there.
They say ‘tidy house, tidy mind’;
A place to enjoy, relax and unwind.
This roommate offers no such peace;
The mockery and contempt do not cease.
Night time falls, to catch some winks;
Into the pillow, your head sinks.
As your eyes begin to close;
You’re soon awakened from the doze.
In your ears a deafening sound;
Head-splitting noise, you fall to the ground.
Reaching the source, what do you see?;
Anxiety sat in the noise, carefree.
Your request for silence, falls on deaf ears;
The inability to rest brings you to tears.
In the morning you wake, curled on the floor;
Physically tired and mentally sore.
Looking around, you are all alone;
Finally the master of your home.
A time is spent much less stressed;
Without that nightmare of a guest.
Order, repose and calm restored;
But soon replaced with fractious discord.
The silence is shattered like never before;
As Anxiety returns, plus one more.
This friend’s nature is sullen and dark;
Brought to anger with the slightest spark.
Each word a cruel and personal joke;
Every insecurity prodded and poked.
Until you feel an inadequate mess;
What makes you special, you slowly suppress.
Inside you’re broken, surrounded by haze;
Lost and lonely in an emotional maze.
At your worst, the friend has a confession;
“I’m here to stay, my name is Depression.”
Between them they trash your humble abode;
The walls fall in as your mind they corrode.
When they’re done and had their fill;
You remain on the floor, hurting and still.
Building courage, you stand and fight;
Pushing them out with all your might.
Closing the door, you turn the key;
Hoping once and for all, you are free.
Anxiety bangs and shouts and hits;
Until the door cracks and splits.
A beady eye is peeking in;
Then a spiteful laugh and vile grin.
“We’re leaving now, there’ll be no attack;
When you least expect it, we will be back.”
You shout loud, with strength from inside;
“I’ll be waiting and I will not hide!
Come back here as much as you please;
But my mind, my home, you will never seize.”
By Paul Webster