Anxiety is a bathtub full of ice that turns me blue as a summer dusk.

It sits me up on a high pedestal then grants me the stomach churning fear of heights.

I am petrified of something that does not greet me to my face.

It sits in the corner of my mind and tears mercilessly at my sanity.

The fear of simply everything is irrational, it is invisible.

It is white hot agony at times.

I am smothered by this unseen demon, my mouth and nose covered by a frigid veil that freezes my lungs and steals away my breath.

Maybe one day, the warmth from someone else will thaw out my insides and make me whole again.

They'll scare away all my fears and fix my broken mind with gold.