I'm no game.
I make you quiver
An uncontrollable vibration.
I pulse through you
So fast you didn't see it coming.
I fill your mind
With irrational thinking,
Ha, you still believe me.
You can't move or speak
Just sit and hope it will pass.
I wake you at 3 am
Or interupt your important meetings.
Once I feel
My work here is done
I leave, suddenly.
You won't expect me, but you will.
You feel an urge sometimes
It's me, anxiety.
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Poems.
PoetryI like to write about real things. Sometimes lighthearted, other times with deeper meaning behind them. Interpret these as you will, and I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to vote!
