"Don't let the panic win!" I say to myself in a haste,
Though I'm already panicking so it's clearly a waste.
These thoughts race through my head like shooting stars in the sky;
Bright thoughts pass quickly by where the darkness resides.
Every spark in my mind gets doused with the doubt
Feel my heart starting to race and begin pacing around.
Mouth dried out, at this point, can barely swallow my spit;
Sick of this shit, called anxiety, I just want to quit.
Get a grip, this is your life
It's time that YOU control IT.
