Anxiety
I am anxiety.
I am the worry in the back of your mind-
Constantly running,
And never leaving.
I am the increased heart rate,
The shortness of breath,
And the sweat beading on your forehead.
I am the fear inside your mind-
Of all the horrific possibilities
That could occur in every situation.
I am the relentless questions
Of why me? why now?
Why?
I am the sleepless nights,
With eyes wide awake,
And a pounding headache.
I am depression,
With sadness and tears,
And trembling symptoms.
I am anxiety.
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