Anxiety Attack

The soles of my feet are pounding against the solid cold concrete,

my arms are heavy and I struggle to breathe, as I wind down the long and narrow street.

I think about my mother and how she is alone,

ever since Gabby and I moved on and left our home.

I think about my sister and how hard that it must be,

when the only sibling she could look up to is unfortunately me.

I think about all the times that I’ve felt like not enough,

that being my toughest critic hasn’t allowed me to accomplish much.

I think about Dave and what our relationship would be,

if only I put more trust in him and learned to just love me.

I think about the future how the world is crumbling down,

and how easy it is to fit in, when youve been sheltered by a small town.

I think about the weight of things and how they crush me in my sleep,

how real life can get real hazy when I’m falling in too deep.

I kept thinking about these thoughts, all the way to the front door

My tired legs gave out and I began to sob on the floor.

The porch light flickered on and I didn't need to see,

for I knew it would always follow me,

it's name's anxiety.