Anxiety.

There is this thing that holds me back

It usually ends in an attack

I'm wondering if I'm a wreck

In my had all crew on ship deck

It blocks any happiness inside 

and all good thoughts die

it is the chains that strap me to a wall of thought 

worries and sorrow

Put a fake face till tomorrow

They say don't lose hope

Does the day get better, Nope

I worry, I ponder and I sit and let it go 

While the endless river of tears overflow

The room gets smaller and my heart beats faster

My palms are sweaty and my vision is going dark

The short uneven breaths 

The event is like death you feel as if you are gone

But you realize it's only one cause

One larger than life explanation 

For this unknown situation 

Anxiety.