For as long as I can remember my body
has been my enemy.
It likes to entertain house guests.
It wears the banner of Safe Haven,
so it can take strays in.
It made it clear long ago,
if I can maintain residency
So can Anxiety.
But Anxiety gets lonely.
So they took in Depression.
And when I try to make them see
that leaves little room for me,
they play a game called codependency.
So I guess I fit.
But there is no room to grow.
And there is no room for him.