Anxiety

Invisible and nameless, It plagued me most at night. A demon of the darkness, I could not see to fight. Past and future suffering, would play throughout my head. My pillow, hid the fallen tears As I tossed and turned in bed. The simplest change, could send me reeling. I could obsess over it for days. Fuming, and sometime even crying For something as little, as a parking space. I never knew when it would find me. And I tired desperately, to hide the way it made me feel. I left many social events early, Just to sob into my steering wheel. For years I tried to run from it. I tried to bury it with booze. But it was always I who paid the price. It was I who stood to lose. Then I came across an article, As if someone wrote it, just for me. The beast, it finally had a name. They call it Anxiety.