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.