I cannot control it
This anxiety is torture...
It's a mental illness...
"A panic disorder"
I don't really understand it
It's such a cruel disease
& I try and try and try
but I can never find release
It's got a grip on me..
It's teeth are sunken in my skin
I can not escape it..
I can never win.
I mean I can suppress it for a while
But I do it all in vain
Because as sure as the sun will rise..
It will come back again.
It has me...
It will always have me
