Anxiety is what I'd change

But it looks so out of range.

Waiting for the day

Those pesky thoughts will go away.

There not like normal thoughts, more

Evil in there demeanor.

Like a small poisonous frog forever croaking

The thoughts will surely end up choking.

A longing for some silence

With help from a little bit of science.

No need to feel shamed

Those pesky thoughts will soon be tamed.