Anxiety


Anxiety
is a breath never released
suffocation of the lungs
and the whole of your mind
Anxiety
is a clock
that never stops ticking There's a demon inside me,
He's called anxiety,
with the constant click, from past to present
Time never ends
and oh darling
nor does anxiety.
He shouts and screams,
Until I can barely breathe,
He makes me feel sick,
Weak in my knees,
anxiety comes as a haywire mind
a situation in your head
worlds away from everyone
words unsaid
scared to be anyone, much less yourself
Oh please Mr. Anxiety,
Just let me be.
but most of all
it comes
and it never really leaves.

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