Worry resides in my bones,
rents pieces of my heart and
peace of mind to paranoia,
unease, malaise,
fear, dread and terror.
With their sharp claws
and razor sharp teeth
the carve niches
under my skin.
I feel so breathless
Suffocated, intoxicated.
I crave calm,
I’m surrounded by chaos
Haunting, screaming,
echoing, sending cries of stress
when I’m under duress.
Paranoia blurs my vision
fooling me
scaring me
mentally scarring me.
I’m forever on the edge,
biting my nails
preparing perchance
for the danger
that lurks around.
I’m the victim,
I’m everybody’s fool.
I’m the butt of angst’s joke.