Feeling somewhat uncomfortable,
In all honesty, I don’t know why,
There’s a nervousness in my stomach,
and a good chance that I might cry.
Anxious thoughts without good reason,
An impending sense of despair,
Like something is about to happen,
A storm of uncertainty fills my air.
My life, in general, is very good,
Nothing causing me undue concern.
So, what the hell is going on?
What foreboding am I about to learn?
Anxiety is the strangest of things,
Comes over without due portent,
Hopefully passing before self-harm,
No understanding of what it all meant.
A little medication usually sorts it out,
Keeps me going through the week.
Before my doctor’s prescription note,
My world was stressful, pitiful, bleak.
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