Here's something that riles me
Why do I get anxiety?
I've never been quite sure
About this thing that I endure
It drives me mad and it's so frustrating
Not to know from where it's originating
I feel it coming on and I can't explain why it's happened
All I know is that I need an aspirin
It tightens my chest and it swells my throat
It makes my life a mess; it's hell trying to cope
My eyes get red and my patience gets shorter
It seems everything in my head has been taken out of order
My palms get sweaty and my fingers get fidgety
It's hard trying to read because the lines get squiggly
I don't like the feeling that it incites within me
I wouldn't wish this on anyone not even my enemy
It gives me such a scare; it makes me think the end is near
I get so out of whack that I think I'm having a heart attack
It comes and goes as it pleases the reasons may vary
For some it's coincidental for me it's hereditary
I wish it would go away and never return
Go bother someone else I've had my turn
I say without a doubt, undeniably
I hate this thing called anxiety.