Anxiety.

Pounding.

Heart does pound

What’s this insect I just found?

It is gnawing on my insides

And it makes me feel alive

It shows.

Yes, it shows.

It’s this place that I must go

Are you comfortable?

Well, that depends.

Am I calming?

Well, no.

But this feeling

It can’t go.

It mustn’t.

Prescribe me, they’ll say,

In a hundred different ways,

But I will stand and I will stay.

I’ll say no.

It’s this thing that doesn’t leave,

So I hustle and I heave

In a place that feels unsteady,

Never ready.

But I’m totally equipped

To the tattered clothes you ripped

And the heart that did the same

It’s all in your little game.

What a shame.

What a sexy dark delight

That will cause a painful fright

And my legs they’ll curl and crumble

As my stomach starts to rumble

Is it just a common feel?

Or a temperature unreal?

It’s just I in the ordeal?

Answer please. Answer me.