Anxiety

Can't go out:

Can't go out:

Need to scream and shout;

Realistic,

Cannot miss it,

Anxiety's about.

Feelings high,

Brain is aching,

It's not real;

But I ain't faking.

Everything I feel is true,

True to me,

But not for you.

On the outside of my world,

You are worried:

Eyebrows furled.

Cannot see inside, I'm shaking,

At the lies my mind is making;

Tearing away at my esteem,

Locked up in a terror dream.

Mind is breaking

Splitting seams,

Dr.s sit there writing reams,

Studying my extremes.

Looking for clues Into me;

And my pal, anxiety.

I try an push back,

What I think's not real;

In an effort to reveal,

All of the reality,

That seems to be encircling me.

Counting backwards;

10 to 1.

Curb your nature,

It's no fun.

Counting objects,

In the room;

A chair, a curtain,

There's the broom,

These little trick's

Of your mind,

Belie your doom;

Give you time.

Armed with weapons,

To fight the mind,

And keep it in a real time.

We go to war everyday;

For a peace,

That stays at bay.

Freedom fighters,

Of our brain,

We fight to keep It from the drain,

That is a personal reality:

Me and my anxiety.

J.T.