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My world was going down in flames,
because of anxiety.
I was overthinking everything.
My hands were shaking because I was afraid I'd be late to work even though I knew I had enough time.
Panicking attacks were becoming my thing.
I was worried about what everyone would think.
What happened during the day played in my mind and anxiety told me what I did wrong.
I was afraid people would find me mean or ungrateful,
but I was panicking in my mind.
Socially I could be outgoing to introverted in less than a second.
I was afraid I was going to regret everything.
My anxiety had me locked in a cage,
I tried each day to claw open the lock,
but then came the panic.
My anxiety is my flame burning
my security blanket into ashes.
Anxiety a hand placed upon my face always quieting me ruining everything.