It starts in the pit of your stomach
And slowly makes it's way upward
The muscles of your abdomen tighten
As you feel it's grip grow stronger

You try to fight it, you know it's there
You cannot run, you're awfully scared
Your esophagus closing, the tightness growing
And expanding to every muscle you have

You can hardly breathe, you can barley see
You're only left to ask "why me?"
Your gasps become shorter, your heart racing speeds
That you only see in the movies

And then, as it does, it ends rather quickly
The feeling you're left with is really quite sickly
But no matter the pills or the therapy
Nothing will free you from anxiety.

For the only battle that can't be won
Is one that just can't be undone
For you can't run, and you can't hide
From war unfolding in your mind.