You visit me very often, but each time it’s not the same,
Some days you leave me breathless, other times you cause me pain,
I sit around and wonder what I’ve ever done to you,
To make me feel all alone, and not knowing what to do,
You tell me all of your lies, and watch me shiver from the fear,
And whisper, “You’re going to die” while laughing closely by my ear,
I try to count to ten while beads of sweat drip down my face,
Or take a long, long walk as my mind begins to race,
You never show me mercy, it’s intense each time we meet,
My mouth becomes real dry, and makes it hard for me to speak,
But one day I’m coming for you, you’ll see a different side of me,
And you’ll no longer be known as my anxiety!