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The problem with anxiety
Is its utter impropriety
For see, it strikes in dead of night
Dims your twinkling stars so bright
And makes you fret over what might be
                (Awfully rude, if you ask me)
It makes you toss and turn in bed
Running laps around your head
Which fills and spills with if and when
Courses ‘round and ‘round again
Until it trickles down your spine
Tracing there its frazzled line
And in your stomach ties its knots
                (Tightly bound with trembling thoughts)
But trembles travel, though tense they are
And keep your feet from going far
For wobbly legs can’t keep you steady
Least so when the air’s so heady
And breath refuses to be caught
Leaves you gasping, nerves so taut
That the rooms goes swimmy, moves and melts
                (Why doesn’t life have safety belts?)

Your jitters make your heartbeat jump
And in your ears you hear it thump
As it races, pumps and pounds
So hard it drowns out other sounds
Your hands can’t latch on to its flutter
For they have their own trembly stutter
Your worries make them waver so
Make you shake from head to toe
And follow you ‘til morning shines
Tailing you on frazzled lines
Prancing through your sleepless mind
                (Worries can be so unkind!)
You can’t fathom what you’re feeling
Anxiety will send you reeling
Keep you stumbling at its calling
                (Its ruthlessness is quite appalling)

No, you’ll never find repose
For it’s your brain it swiftly chose
To harry, heckle, light on fire
Against your will it does conspire
It plots against you, day and night
Drags you by its leash so tight
Takes and breaks your frail delusions
Traps you in its harsh illusions
Forces you to face what if
Anxiety’s most favored riff
Its teasing tune of crippling worry
Sends you stumbling in a hurry
After calm you’ll never catch
And peace of mind you’ll never match
You’ll always be a mile behind
For worry reigns within your mind
There it’s found a cozy place
To take up all your mental space
And build itself an evil lair
To orchestrate your every care
And send you reeling back to bed
                (Why can’t you just ignore your head?)

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