Anxiety

You’re trapped inside your head.

Stuck.

Nowhere to go.

Heartbeat legible on the Richter scale.

In a lucid state of hysteria.

The voice in your head repeating your worst nightmares verbatim.

Perturbation.

Purgatory.

Perfect.

Panic.

A docile slumber overtakes you.

Gasping for air as your entire being turns to stone as if you just locked eyes with The Great Medusa.

Your body now withers down and collapses into pebbles rattling into the bottom of a melting pot, turning you into nothing but a scalding wet igneous concoction.

What are you?

Where are you?

Why are you?

Who are you?

There are no definitive answers to those inquiries.

Just close your eyes and it will be okay.

Bite your tongue and practice affirmations.

No, swallow it.

It’s easier that way.

Maybe someone will help you if they see you struggling.

But alas all the dread that leaves you dead is all in your head.

Not visible to anyone.

So as you stare at the ground with existential numbness, gazing at the hair you maniacally pulled out, you realize anxiety is but a mirage of hell, clouding your mind, making you drunk with its haze.

It’s inescapable inebriated thoughts always reminding you:

Nobody can save you.

Not even yourself.