Anxiety is a hidden disease,
One that is always haunting me. It creeps up slowly And then steals my breath. The oxygen is gone And I am scared to death. It seeps in from sounds and sights, From a dripping faucet to a flickering light. The world seems strange With voices bouncing around. I hate all the chatter, It makes my head pound. Anxiety causes me to feel the need to run. Run to slow the thoughts that are haunting me Until finally I hear none. You cannot outrun anxiety, It is much too much of a pain. Just take it easy and simply breath Until you remember your name.