My nervous heart thumps and nearly leaps out of my shaking chest and
Tremors can just keep continuing on forever enough to the point
Where it cannot be made into something beautiful and precious and the tears
Come in the wrong **** place and there's no where to hide
Can I hug my knees?
Because we're all stupidly pitted against each other, we always have been
Since the beginning of time
Curiosity may be what killed the cat
But anxiety brought it back to its miserable life