Anxiety

Sweaty palms.
Racing heart.
Desperate for calm,
But falling apart.
Tears run free.
Tense muscles shake.
Fighting to breathe.
Wanting to escape.
From fears not real,
But all in the head.
Then why does it feel,
My chest’s made of lead?

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