Hurried palpitations, my mind succumbs in the claws of concern,
My hands freeze up as if they were made of ice,
I feel the world running fast then going slow,
I sense the panic and chaos continue to grow.
I don’t know why it chases me like I’m its prey.
It draws into my body, now I’m fragile like clay,
I try to fight it but it’s all in vain,
I’m incapable of dodging every single drop of rain.
A battle between madness and mental health,
My soul is going to leave me and run away.
A joke across the room turns me to stone,
A glance for someone, chills me to the bone.
This feeling is one that have always been with me,
This feeling is one that will never leave my being.
I can’t find the cause, is it me or society?
That has cursed my life with this horrid anxiety.