My thoughts race
So does the heart,
Happens so often
It feels default.

My fingers fail me,
I cannot type.
My hand shivers,
Can’t hold the pen right.

I feel ants crawling
At the back of my head.
I know there are none
But can’t help be afraid.

I try taking a deep breath,
Always end up in a cough.
Paranoia is ingrained,
It can’t get enough.