Anxiety
It’s the thing that eats you up
The thing that makes you scared
The thing that dulls your flair
The thing that fills your head
The thing you haven’t dared.
It’s that feeling of numbness and dread.
That panic in your throat.
It’s the tears that once were shed.
It sometimes loses friends.
It sometimes makes you shake.
It sometimes blocks your path
And it always makes you ache.
It’s that voice in the back of your mind
It’s those frantic actions
That makes things hard to find.
It seems like a tiny little thing,
That you can barely see
But I guess it’s not that tiny
For someone like you and me.
This thing that seems so harmless,
That seems like a rarity,
Is actually quite common,
And its name is anxiety.
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