Shaky hands and palms sweaty,

So many obligations, but I am not ready.
The physical symptoms are so little.
The chaos in my mind is a riddle.
Everyday activities are an unwanted task.
Can I just runaway or  hide under a mask?
My mind seems to be caught in a trap.
These emotions can’t be fixed with a click or a zap.
Fight or flight?
To get through this, I need some might.
Sometimes I panic,
making my stomach sink like the titanic.
I’d rather lay in bed,
Than deal with all the havoc in my head.
People are watching me.
People are judging me.
Why is this my life? What am I going through?
I am starting to feel physically sick.
Anxiety on fire like a flame on a wick.
The feeling is dark and rough,
But to live through this, you know you’re already tough.
I will keep going,
In hopes that as a person, I am growing.