The Monster Within
It creeps up on me
Slowly and surely
I feel it grasping thee
Around my heart the feelings curly
Closing in I can't think
Everything spins I can't see
I was doing so well I hit a kink
I can't sit still I just can't be.
Anxiety
I feel the cool air in
Warm air out
Until I come back to reality
Anxiety.
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