Anxiety is eating me for dinner, Picking at my meat. He chews with his mouth wide open Just because he can, And he spits out my little toenails Counting one two three four five six seven eight nine ten. He counts because it drives my Mind crazy, It gets me counting My breath one two three four five six seven eight nine ten My steps one two three four 5 6 7 8 9 10 My thoughts one two three But they go too fast to count. And he loves that.