Pills, pills
Paid with dollar bills
Made to make me happy
And to relief my anxiety
I can't sit in a restaurant
Or be with family
For I will have an attack
An anxiety attack
I inhale
I exhale
But only in a second
I feel my mind being exposed
My lungs collapse
My tears fall down my cheek
All of which I can't control
No matter how hard I try
All eyes are on me
And my anxiety is still not in control
For I am an embarrassment
To my whole family and friends
My little pill is my friend
The only thing I can depend on
For he is not perfect
He will always be there for me
Mr. Pill is my friend
Bought with money
To keep my anxiety
Locked away
