I\'m a slave to my anxiety,
it controls everything I do.
Every day it gets the best of me,
nobody sees what it puts me through.
I\'m it\'s little puppet,
Pulling my nervous system\'s strings.
Feeling my hands tingle,
hearing my ears ring.
I live in constant fear,
taking caution of my actions.
It makes living become unbearable,
it loves to mess up interactions.
If only they knew,
Knew how painful it is.
My thinking becomes clouded,
a simple thing becomes a pop quiz.
I\'m forced to be strong,
anxiety is a routine.
It makes me want to cry,
It makes me want to scream.
I\'ve gotten good at hiding it,
they couldn\'t even tell.
I\'m just following the motions despite feeling anxiety\'s hell.