My anxiety is a rabbit,

It’s eyes wild with fear,

Are you a friend or are you a foe?

Somedays, I cannot tell the difference.

My ears hearing the words I trust the most,

The ones that race alongside my heart,

Run little rabbit, run far and long, 

For the forest is dark and full of monsters. 

I run and run and run,

Yet I cannot find my way back to you.