I'm scared,

but that's all right.

I'm terrified,

but that's normal.

I say I'm fine,

but I'm not.

There's nothing to fear,

but I continue to cry.

I curl in a ball,

but I feel no safer.

I'm cold,

but the room is warm.

The walls feel so close,

but my room is big.

Normally I can't stay still,

but now I can't move.

I want to scream,

but I can't make a sound.

I want to breath,

but I'm suffocating.

I want to be ok,

but I'm drowning.

No one notices,

but I'm dying.

I want it all to stop,

but I'm being controlled,

by my anxiety.