Anxiety(?)
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
If only I was their normal,
If only I didnāt have anxiety.
There would be tons of people
in my life, a large variety.
But the clock keeps ticking.
My time is running out.
Donāt talk to me,
Iām scared Iāll shout.
Donāt treat me like
the monster we both know I am.
Donāt continue to
talk to this scared little lamb.
Iām out of my mind,
Iām trying to undestand.
What is happening to me?
I donāt like to demand.
Your
time
is
running
out.
Ever wonder what goes on
inside the mind of an anxious person?
Iām never telling you,
because, if I do, it worsens.
Am I going to die?
What could I even die of?
Embarrassment? Bad weather?
Heart attack? Lack of love?
Iām struggling to breathe.
I
**am**
going
to
_die._
Sometimes, I wonder.
If I am,
oh,
if only.