Anxiety as a Consumable.

Anxiety is not what it appears.

Spinning uncontrollably

Time dances, frolicking...

Far from standing still

Voices are trailing near and far

Many faces circle about,

Judging, laughing, snickering, and judging

Oxygen flow seems to stop

Lungs are working overtime,

Pleading for oxygen

Time stands still

Peripheral vision lacks sense

Looking around...coming to some conclusion

Nothing makes sense

Spinning uncontrollably

I feel nauseous

Day in and day out,

I crawl into a ball

A small, capsule-like pill stares me in the face,

Signaling to me its control

Dare you take me, I hear the words

The consumable staring me in the face,

Is not alone in providing its effects

Drink me,

And the dance ceases to commence.