A Debilitating Mess

Anxiety keeps me quiet and stressed.
I don’t know how to process many situations,
my 12-year-old self takes over.

It keeps my voice low and shaky,
my heart racing and my palms sweating,
it’s got my face screwed up tight
and my head aching like I’ve been in a fight

It keeps my throat dry and sore,
my mind running races I’ve never won,
and my thoughts doing flip-flops

It’s a debilitating mess.
Maintaining a strong mentality is a must.
Its aim is to steal, kill, and destroy.
And I cannot allow it to win;
I don’t want my life to go to waste.
I just need to remember to keep “breathing”.