Sometimes I get anxiety… pretty bad. I know exactly what causes it most of the time, but I’m afraid of letting it go- or making the cause of it go away. See, the cause is a person. I’ve loved this person a lot, and been through a whole hell of a lot with this person, which is probably the reason I have anxiety every time this person succeeds in contacting me. It has to do with my desire to help people, and solve problems. Remember my problem problem? Well, this is the biggest problem problem I’ve ever had-One that plagues me and haunts me… and stalks me. It’s a crazy problem, and I mean literally crazy- psych ward at the hospital crazy. I think that’s what scares me the most. I don’t know how to deal with the crazyness. Trying to help this person has consumed me before… and it’s not a good thing. I get confused because I’ve always related caring about a person with helping them. At this point I cannot help. I’m useless against whatever is causing these psychological problems to appear. I’m sitting here shaking as I type this, and it bothers me that another person’s psychological problems can affect me so much. It bothers me that I have to turn my back on this person to prevent further harm to me. I just don’t deal with that well- at all. This person scares me sometimes, and has been the cause of many traumatizing experiences and abuse. I guess I’m just trying to convince myself that making this person go away will be the best thing. It will be the best thing- right?THIS is a great poem. Thanks Dwayne!