Yes, it's true I have anxiety.

In fact, if possible, I have it in every medically prescribed variety.

It's not fun, it's degrading, and obviously sucks.

And it has me screaming 'Who gives any f*cks'

Yes, I said that, but can't care to change.

Though it's not as if it's different from any other social exchange.

I still can't describe how I truly feel.

though I've been dealing with it for so long, the pain's still unreal.

First the headaches, chest pain, and my mental relapse.

Then the shortness of breath and, figuratively, I collapse.

If you're human, then I say you've experienced this once or twice before.

And you're really something special if you haven't met this unlucky score.

But for me, it's something that comes as easy as breathing.

Huh, it's kinda ironic, so much so it has me seething.

I hope someday this torturous cycle will end.

Till I see that day, I wish you a peaceful day my friend.