I can feel it kick in, My anxiety. I can feel the pounding, Slow, steady and heavy, My chest is about to explode.
I can feel my lung fill up, Full of fresh air and oxygen. Wondering if this is the breath, That finally calms me down?
I can feel my nails, Deep into my skin. Pushing through the layers, Snapping me back into reality?
But what even is reality, A constant loop of self-doubt and anxiety? Was it really a big deal, a serious issue, Or maybe it was all just in my head.