Hi everyone; it's been a long while since I started writing here. I might use this as a coping strategy. I hopefully have gotten a lot better in my writing (we will see). So far, I am a graduate student (crazy since I started writing here in middle school). I am currently studying to become a teacher, and it has been a crazy ride for me as I don't know yet if this is something for me. Anyway here is my letter to anxiety. I like to explain my anxiety as my brain and body not being able to communicate and just arguing with each other. 

Dear Anxiety, 

Hi old friend, is that even your name, 

Is that something you want to claim? 

No, what I see is something strange, 

where my mind and body's messages disengage. 

Showing my vulnerability, 

To someone who I feel is trustworthy. 

Mistakes occurred for doing this action, 

I ruined my impression. 

It takes me a while to thrive, 

A flower that can barely survive. 

My petals fall and show a grey shade, 

I don't know if I can make it through the day. 

An educator shows a strong and strict composure, 

I can't be that, I know that for sure. 

What if I am not good enough to be teaching? 

What if I don't help in increasing math and reading?

Stay strong, I will try my best, 

Fake smile to show to the rest. 

"I'm okay, I will be fine."

All I need is a little time.

What if you need medication?

Or a therapy session?

What do you need to leave me alone? 

I want this body to be my own. 

I know you have become a part of me, 

This is who I was meant to be. 

A young woman who's best friend is named Anxiety. 

I hope we can get along soon,

I will have my very own classroom. 

Please help me build who I am inside, 

Define me before I run out of time.

Sincerely, 

Me 

I hope you enjoyed reading this poem. Writing has allowed me to cope with my anxiety. So far, teaching has been a wild ride, but I still love it, and I am proud of how far I come. Let me know what you think about this poem. I hope you have a great night or day. Pie!!!!