Anxiety is an angry beast
It has crooked teeth and yellow eyes
And if it wasn’t clamping it’s jaws on your neck
It might even be funny
It’s always there
A shadow in the daylight
And a ghost in the night
It peeks around doorways and hangs in pictures
It lives in your bed
Your house
And there is nowhere that is safe
Deep breathing is an aspirin for a stab wound
Fighting back is a bandaid for a bullet hole
So instead we sit
And we never stir
And we hope that maybe our brains will quiet
Or our breathing will stop
Because anything is better
Than that crooked beast that taunts me
Anxiety

In the land of Gods and Monsters I am a fallen angel living in the garden of evil
Every creature there is ruled by needs that are primeval
With broken wings, broken heart, broken life
Living on the edge of a knife
One wrong step will be my last
Long ago my die was cast
Every night the monsters attack
Of my soul they make a snack
The Gods look on and laugh and point
I cry, I plead, but they will never anoint
I'm lost, I'm scared, but I'm trapped I can go no where
And there is nobody that loves or cares
And of all the wrong to me that's been done
Being left all alone is the most tragic one