oh my, anxiety

it’s often mistaken for stress, worrisome

however, that’s not quite it at all

stress, it’s a feeling 

that can come and go as it’s pleased

with no everlasting impact

anxiety, however

oh dear god, what an illness that is

an illness so bad

almost as if it was crafted by evil

and released into high society

only the ones most pitiful

were caught in the distress and misery

where all senses of fear come out,

you can’t talk to anyone besides yourself,

and somewhere en route

you start to feel comforted

by your thoughts,

your most dire thoughts in truth

there’s an alarm of panic

that’s set to go off at any moment

you may not know when that moment is

but, you’ll know as soon as it hits you

taking your breath away from you,

your heart heavy

with a rapid beat,

scary isn’t it?

it’s a strength unmatched

one that’s exhausting and controlling,

eating you up inside,

leaving you every bit 

of fearful and tense,

with only the most delicate memory

of actual freedom