This Anxiety

I feel it lodged in my throat, burying into my mind and squeezing my stomach. 

I tell myself I'm okay. 

But my insides don't listen.

They just keep twisting and churning within me.

My brain never ceasing these uneasy thoughts.

Images of failure and sadness doomed to be the outcome of every decision.

I am a wreck;

scalp rubbed raw from obsessive washing and nails so short, it hurts at any attempt to bite them. 

So I give my bottom lip a turn and now it bleeds.

I'm surprised the floor has not turned trench-like from all my pacing.

Flickering eyes,

shaking hands and tapping fingers,

ragged breathing.

Its persistent voice echoing in my head. 

Please fade soon or I will be sick.