Anxiety Till Death Do Us Part

There's a tinker in my finger and it taps on the table
Fast pace and impatient
Annoyed and self efficient

There's a voice in my head and it screams and screams
I filter it through my brain and out my mouth
Translation rusty but good o'l trusty

There's a fly in my face and my eyes follow it wherever it lands
Back and forth or all around
Sometimes I'll see faces on the wall and shadows in the stalls


There are needles in my lungs and it causes me to wheaze
Constricting when I try to speak
Causing things to go terribly wrong

There's electricity in my bones
It zaps me and causes me to jolt and flinch
Even causes me to do a private dance when the folks are out


There's a foul stench in my throat
I breathe and breathe but it won't even sway
It runs down and spoils the goods
Making the butcher sniff and stay away


There's a tingle in my toes and it makes me anticipated
But when it goes up my spine I'm far from fine
In fact I become a wee bit anxious

Feeling the spiders crawl as I lay in bed
Checked to see if there were any but nothing was there


There's a trap on my neck and it threatens to snap
Causing every word I say followed by whiplash and backfire
Or shutting the door that caused so many confused and my skin to sweat

There's a drum in my heart and it beats and beats until the last gasp
Thrumming between my lungs and brimming the rib cage
Causing a sudden attack when I lock eyes with a stranger or a friend

Till death do us part shall I feel this way
If I were to talk, the walls will come crumbling down
If I were to move, it's off to the lions den

Every time I walk through the halls in broad daylight
Stuck in a crowd where eyes pop and follow me home

Till death do us part, my anxiety shall stay
In my head and in my mind


Till death do us part
I'll keep locking all the doors