In a metaphorical bubble, it’s suffocating,
as anxiety kicks in, dominating.
You’re claustrophobic, it doesn’t make sense,
you’re drowning, over-thinking the future tense.
Like you’re followed by a voice,
the destroyer of your life by no choice.
It’s why you shiver in fear,
it’s why you’re always unclear.
Waking up, hoping you’re alright,
waking up in an ocean with no land in sight.
It’s anxiety, your company in the dark and the light,
I guess some things will never be ‘alright’.