Anxiety, Piety!

I do not know how to explain it,

When I'm asked about my anxiety.

It is like every other feeling you get,

Can you describe to me fear, or your piety;

You hear noises, in my head I feel them;

You see tears or sadness, I taste them;

You distract yourself with reels and texts;

My body crashes like your phone's dying battery;

My hands, they shake; my arms go completely numb;

My eyes see only darkness ahead; and my legs under me, succumb!

You ask me about my anxiety,

And I'll never know how to explain.

Have you been gripped with an unwarranted fear,

That stepping out of your room might end your life?

Have you been so physically drained in bed,

That you are not sure if it is morn or time to switch off the lights?

Do your thoughts of self-help,

Every leave you dotted on your skin?

Do you ever want to speak up- or shout -

But you can't find your tongue, your voice, or how to even begin?

I know it's all in my head;

Just like the cholesterol around your heart.

But your wishes for them to go, alone

Wouldn't take you very far!

You can either help me, or leave me be,

Where do you see the scope of a middle ground?

I would never leave you, though;

If you were to develop an ulcer in your fucking mouth!


~Saurav Goyal