My mind is a scary place,
The thoughts it creates I wish I could erase.
I fear I may go blind,
Or that I have a cancer of the mind.

Each day, panic’s relentless embrace,
I wish it would disappear without a trace.
Yet here I am, caught in a never-ending race,

Hyper focused on every symptom,
I am tired of being its victim.
One day, hopefully, I will find the key,
So I can finally break free.