The Anxiety Monster

You walk around
Like nothing’s wrong,
And no one knows
What’s going on
Inside that frightened
Mind of yours,
It’s like a series
Of closed doors.

Behind each door
A monster hides,
Tormenting you
From the inside.
Your poker face
And perfect hair,
Convince us
There’s no monster there.

But monsters lurk
Where we can’t see,
And make your life
Pure misery.