Starting with a sudden thought,
Which then leads to rapid negative emotions.
The heart beats as fast as a jackhammer,
my right leg mimics the motion.

A tight and sharp sensation is felt in my lungs,
With hyperventilation to follow.
My mind races like a stallion.
The feeling of anxiety is at play.

Am I going to die?
Will I experience the worst imaginable?
Is my nausea leading to a sea of bile on the floor?
Here comes my loss of balance.

As my hands start to shake,
My legs continuing to tap,
I pray for the lord to give me a break.
I fail to sleep.
I refuse to take a nap.

The subconscious is strong.
Too strong to bare.
The flesh is weak.
Weak as the mind it protects.

A little pill to sedate the patient,
A pill that's small and yellow.
With my antispasmodics adjacent,
These pills aim to mellow,
The one ailment causing these symptoms.

Anxiety.
Such a fancy word.
A synonym for evil.
They say everybody has anxiety.
But do they understand fully on what happens inside of me?

I will forever be cursed,
With mental instability.
As my mind so ominously bursts,
My thoughts hold me victim to infidelity.