Anxiety has its grip on me, it cannot be removed.
I've had this crippling disability for quite awhile, it cannot be improved.
I try to scream aloud, though my mouth seems to be paralyzed.
I'm shaking back and forth, but nobody seems to realize.
The whole world seems to be staring, or is that just the anxiety?
I didn't even notice when, it took over as propriety.

My voice was finally heard aloud, though they just shrugged me off.
"Just get over it," they told me, and all I could do was scoff.
That phrase is getting old, it does not help me none.
There is a huge weight on my shoulders, its like it weighs a ton.
Anxiety is getting annoying, I wish it to go away.
I have not a clue why it picked me, or why it insists to stay.

Anxiety needs to disappear, I want it to be gone.
I wish anxiety did not want me, but it is just so drawn.
I hope one day it will leave, I do not wish for it to stay.
It's way too cloudy all around me, everything is grey.
Maybe some day I can see the true sky, it will feel brand new.
That weight will be lifted away, I really miss the blue.