Anxiety, a Poem

Heart Racing, knuckles white

My brain’s freaking out.

Nothing’s really wrong you idiot,

What are you talking about?

There’s this problem, and that one too

Somehow I’m running from things to do.

Anxiety is just a phase,

Sure, you’ll out grow it, NOPE

25 years of stressing out, calling it situation related stress.

It’s a symptom of your life too busy,

But I freak out when all I do is stay home.

Why can’t I get it together?

No time to clean the house, my mind is too full.

Or I’m tired…kids went early to school.

You can forget about sleeping…so much on your mind.

But wait, I’m too tired to get up now…

Whole day, fried, exhaustion isn’t kind.

Existing is just too much.