Anxiety is the shaking hands and arms
the jitteriness inside
It's the internal alarms
That go off in the middle of the night
Anxiety is the pain in the chest
After the first attack
The feeling the never goes to rest
Feeling like no one has your back
Anxiety is the face that goes numb
The mind that goes dark
The horrible past in your ears hum
Leaving a scar mark
In the middle of your chest
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