Give me the shaking knees and sweaty palms.
I want the sad and angry. 
I love the stress.
I get drunk on disappointment.
I like the suffocating feeling.
I know I have to talk myself into doing anything involving human interaction but I like that.
I want my anxiety.
I want my feelings of dizziness and overwhelming fear of impending death.
I'm fine with my inability to stay calm.
And even if I didn't want all these things what do you offer?
Hour long sessions of breathing techniques? 
No. 
I'll keep my muscle tension.
I want my insomnia.
I like my anxiety.
It is a part of me.
I like me. 
I want me.

Someone just said something about me,
It’s starting to drive me crazy,
Oh please don’t make it start again,
This isn’t a feeling that can be supported by any men,

My thoughts are beginning to race,
At much too fast of a pace,
I keep trying to make it stop,
I can already feel myself drop,

It’s called anxiety,
Oh there goes gravity,
Here comes insanity,
And everyone’s pity,

I’m starting to lose control,
I can’t feel myself as a whole,
I need help,
I need help,

Here we go again,
I can’t wait for,
The moment when,
My head stops its own war,

It’s called anxiety,
It’s not ending anytime now,
It’s being juged in our society,
It’s not something we should allow,

It’s called anxiety,
Oh there goes gravity,
Here comes insanity,
And everyone’s pity