Anxiety

Worrying is what I do Whether or not the reason is true I try to be peaceful in my place But my anxiety runs up into space Escalating, my voice, tends to rise The panic and fright settle in my eyes Shaking and wondering is not a surprise Overthinking my brain is agonized My only solution is to try and relax But those worries consume me to the max Getting over it seems like a simple task Instead I cover it with a hovering mask I hope to get over my endless fear For some, not all, is hope so near.