Meds seem to curb my ability
To write and do things I dream of
I wish I had less anxiety
I could do more of what I love
Percolating inside is the fear
that I\'ve come to know so well
Even though it comes at a cost
Anxiety is my personal hell
Fear prevents me from plane rides,
Makes me hesitant to drive
Sometimes I wonder if I\'m
the most anxious person alive
Anything imaginable sends me over the edge
Is it possible I\'ll ever be free?
Life can be overwhelming but
I\'m trying to be a better me