Red face and flabbergasting, start my attack ,
Awkward words and muscle spasms are how soon it begins.
Twitching and stammering for self control, I'm at a loss for words,
Anxiety hits high and fractures my words,
Incomplete sentences are like feeding the birds.
Panic stricken I look for a way out ,
Unlike Tourettes I feel I should shout.
Crowds of my friends know how well this ends,
I search for a way to make myself amends.
With quick wit and punctual phrases ,
I turn around many pedestrian gazes .
Anxiety hits high and fractures my words ,
Incomplete sentences are like feeding starving birds .
Panic stricken I look for a way out,
Unlike Tourettes, I feel I should shout .
Sweat is beading on my forehead and brows,
Just how much is what my body allows.
Weak knees and brain fog almost full on.
This is the worst feeling ever, that is not a damn con.
Anxiety hits high and fractured my words
Incomplete sentences are like feeding the birds
Panick stricken I look for a way out
Unlike tourettes, I feel I should shout.
Blood pressure stabilizing, feeling at ease
God damn I hate this fucking disease .
Learning to cope in an instantaniious society ,
Is very difficult while hosting a stress induced anxiety .
In modern day practice we are told of mindfulness ,
This just truly adds to my fucking stress .
Anxiety hits high and fractures my words
Incomplete sentences are much like feeding starving birds .
Panic stricken I look for a way out
Unlike Tourettes I feel I should shout.
Matthew M.
About the Creator
Matthew Mikituk
I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.
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