Anxiety & Me

Anxiety and me,

Anxiety and you?

Anxiety and everyone,

With no clue what to do....

Anxiety has its own voice,

It’s whispers between you ears,

It taunts and teases and freaks you out,

Reducing you to tears...

It comes in the form of spoken word,

Or even just in a glance,

It shows up when you move or breathe,

Never giving you a chance.

It’s different for different people,

It can be inside, outside and more,

Anxiety doesn’t discriminate us,

Doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor.

And that’s just the irony of it,

It’s one of the few things that doesn’t care,

About race, sex, religion or bias,

For everyone it’s there.

I guess for me, it’s a constant shadow,

It makes me overthink,

Every tiny little detail,

The anxiety is the link.

I can no longer enjoy my laugh,

Or sit, or eat, or breathe,

Without thinking how I look or sound,

Or wanting to get up and leave.

I see myself through the eyes of my anxiety,

I overthink to the nth degree,

I can’t concentrate on anything but my anxiety,

I can never just be free.

It isn’t a glamorous accessory,

Don’t put it on your list to achieve,

If you’re free be free and enjoy it ,

One day I might be, I believe.