Anxiety is a pretty name.
If it weren’t for its meaning I’m sure it would have a lot of fame.
But celebrities aren’t always the kindest of people.
Anxiety has taken the life inside of me away for brief moments.
Moments that last minutes but spread throughout a lifetime.

Anxiety is when you want to continue your confidence as a butterfly,
Yet you are shoved back into your cocoon.
For a small amount of time, I had things figured out.
I was flying towards the moon.

Anxiety is when you have to count five things you see
But I can’t seem to lift my head up.
All I want to do is leave.
Anxiety is when the tears stop coming out as fast
Because you're too busy trying to breathe

To distract yourself, get ready to name 4 things you can touch.
I feel the wall shoved against me as I can’t hold myself upright.
My hands are shoved into my hair
I really hope the people who care for me most are there.
Can we just get this over with?

Anxiety is when the time comes where you have to name 3 things you can hear.
The ringing in my ears
The alarm in my head
I wish I could just hear the bell instead.
A reminder to move on.
Or a reset in the schedule.

I can now confirm that this one is the trickiest.
Attempt to find the two things you can smell.
The only problem is my nose is stuffed from the congestion of the one thing I can never seem to get over.
A bad case of anxiety.

So it all comes down to the bitter taste in my mouth you have to name.
Reality is alive and my senses may be back.
But who did this to me?
I have no one to blame.
I live in a comfortable home.
I sleep in a comfortable bed.
It’s all in my head.