A Piece of Me

Anxiety

What it feels like to be diagnosed with anxiety.
In a world full of judgment with a dystopian society.
It exposes itself in various forms.
It inhabits itself in your internal storms.
Even on the greatest of days, for no reason it lingers.
My heart will pound sending adrenaline to my fingers.
My chest will rage with a burning sensation.
Then the flare proceeds throughout my whole body, a constant migration.
My muscles weaken yet become nothing but restless.
My throat tightens, nostrils seem smaller, and then I am breathless.
The pain is unbearable and I begin to uncontrollably shake.
I become exhausted but won't rest and remain unwillingly awake.
In public, I am controlled with the feeling composed and masked.
Most will never comprehend that those with anxiety never asked.
We never asked to have this burden that would cause every day adversity.
So many things in this world are accepted but it's apparent this is one harsh diversity.
It's extraordinarily difficult to experience this body's state.
It's similar to sleep paralysis and all I can do is cope and wait.
Then when it dies down I can finally lay my head.
Along with depression, I can't even decide which one I'd rather have instead.