Anxiety

Hard to put into words

Good days and bad days

Want to get rid of it

You cant

 

It’s a constant bug

You don’t know when

There will be an attack

You try to stay calm

 

It’s hard

Its a part of you

It comes from nowhere

Sometimes from traumatic past

 

Big crowds are uncomfortable

You feel like a bad friend

Most of time 

You want reassurance

 

Why?

It is a constant disturbance

It’s a bug that never goes away

Even though you wish it would

 

It’s hard to identify

Especially to someone 

Who don’t understand

Might as well give it a try

 

You linger for a person

To come along

Just stand in your shoes

Feel the pain for a day

 

Feelings are hard 

We try our best

Our minds are in worry

Anxiety is a tornado.