Sometimes I'm pushed by others and sometimes I go there alone,
The traps of my thoughts will lead me,
to a destination that is yet unknown.

Soon enough I realize that I have been  here before,
The place of pounding heartbeats,
and anxiety opens its door.

From there it moves quite quickly: the sadness will appear,
I'm not scared of monsters,
But my thoughts I truly fear.

My thoughts are afflictive
they make me feel so bad,
I think of them and wonder,
If it's the worst anxiety that I've
 had.

But the worst is yet to come,
And the worst has all ready been,
Because every single anxiety attack,
Is the worst you'll feel within.