Anxiety 101

I ask myself how long will this LAST? 

It could be minutes or hours just like in the past.

Sometimes it comes without a trigger,

Sometimes it's just always there.

I get fidgety and I start to panic, 

my voice gets shaky as I start to feel manic. 

Not a happy manic... But an uneasy manic.

My voice begins to sound like I'm about to cry, 

I sit down and slouch and pretend I'm shy.

Theres an unknown fear and I begin to worry, 

my mind goes blank and very blurry. 

So no I'm not making up this uneasy worry, 

just give me space to clear the thoughts in my head.

This poem is about: 
Me

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