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It's meant to be performed as a slam poem hence why there's so much punctuation.

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There's a hand around my heart I swear, I can feel it
There's something twisting around my rib cage,
The snares and percussion of the thoughts race around my bloodstream,
This is no joke,
This is no drama,
This is not a dream or fairy tale about being saved from the dragon,
There is no savior in this one,
Just the monster,
Just the tap dancer,
Just the thing you call anxiety

Me?
Well I call it a snake, a walk around the block,
A walk that never ends, only takes a detour in the maze,
A maze that loves it when I stumble, slip and slide,
But hates it when I leap, laugh and live

It screams from the bottom of the tunnel, and crawls out to the open,
Then it fractures into every shard of my life
And sharpens every smooth edge and makes every sharp edge a schizophrenic,
Some say anxiety is the friend depression felt obligated to bring to the party,
I say my mind has an empty slot that mental nuisances like to apply for,

At first it was depression,
Now I don't want to describe the arms of the bed that like to pull you in and makes you feel like you can't get up,
And you don't WANT to get up
And before you think 'hang on, beds are comfy!'
I'm gonna stop you right there,
As this bed didn't have a memory foam mattress from IKEA,
It had spikes that shaped words in my limbs guns where my head lies and, it was like, a water bed, except it wasn't full of water,
It had an exchange program,
It sucked MY happiness MY laughs MY passions MY hope MY joy- MY EVERY WILL TO LIVE!
And gave me tears instead....
But guess what?!
I fought that motherfucker and I won!

With depression emptying its office from my mind,
The slot was free to be full again,
So I receive a letter,

Dear Miss Chloe,
Hello my name's anxiety,
I'm applying for the empty slot in your brain,
I believe I'm worthy for this place as I'm.. -like a safety precaution!
I will stop you from living because that's too dangerous,
I'll protect you in a way that will be 100% successful and 100% a liability!
Below you can read my CV,
-I've given panic attacks every day to over a million people!
-I've DESTROYED 1/3 boy's social skills!
-I've made a few girls so anxious they killed themselves, because I said it was better than people staring in school!
-I have 5 mental disorders based on me!
-Oh, and I can give you such a unique feeling, that you'll be ADDICTED to it,  and the hate yourself for being addicted to it,
Signed anxiety.

So I have no choice but to accept its offer
I mean c'mon its for safety!
And I need a safety helper as everywhere I go is dangerous...-oh wait,
That's the anxiety talking,
You see I can be rational and tell you the difference between what's rational and what's not
But I still believe the irrational
And I can't help it it's not my fault,
But it is my fault, but it's not my fault, it is my fault it's not my fault it is-it's not-it is-it's not-SHUT UP!
You see anxiety is the monster that puts you in a cage and looks like my fairy god mother,
Then lets you out and turns into a horror film soundtrack,

You see anxiety is the serpent behind the rose, curling itself around your bones and through your skin,
It's the sound of your bones drumming the feeling like you're suffocating,
The stones in your lungs whilst you sink,
The scream that shrills from your mouth in the middle of a panic attack,
You see anxiety is the music and silence inside my head