I admit I have no power over this anxiety.  
It gets to me,that I can be so weak minded  I fight it,and that just re ignites it,puts the the fire back under my skin and remind me I can't stop these feelings again.
This place I'm in,I pace and I ponder.I often wonder whats it would be like to not be so nerve stricken.It sickens me and I can not sleep.I want to get out of my head,put my demon to bed.
             So goodnight sleep tight because the longer I write I'm winning the fight.My heart calms down,I know longer hear it pound.I have overcome,I can breathe I am consoled by the pencil I hold The paper is my friend I can concur and defend.As my thoughts start to mend into words I now have the courage to control the trouble in my soul.