My name might as well be anxiety.

It’s claws have gotten to my head,

and it’s teeth have sank into my throat.

It’s scared me into crying in my bed.

I’ve been calming down a bit, though.

Less thoughts at the wake of night.

I’ve been getting more sleep

and getting fewer times of fright.

But I’m always one to look back.

It’s claws reach for my head

and it’s teeth gnaw at my throat.

Anxiety has more than one way

to ensure that you’ve bled.

[P.S. sorry about my posts all about anxiety. It’s just something I’ve been noticing more recently since Inside Out 2.]