Anxiety

I can feel her ripping me apart,
digging her nails into my flesh
seeing how deep she can go before  
I scream in pain.
I can't get her out of my head as she relentlessly
taunts my sacred thoughts,throwing painful flashbacks
full of infatuation.
I wish she would leave me alone,instead of leaving me
to run in anxious circles and O.C.D. tendencies that never
want to see to leave me.
I want her to stop wrapping her fingers around my lungs,squeezing
as tightly as she possibly can,while pushing her weight against my chest,just so that she can look
me in the eye,watching me struggle to catch my breath.
I don't want to play her endless games anymore,because I'm
tired of following the yellow brick road that never seems to  
lead anywhere,but back into her retreating arms of surrender
wrapped closely around me,pushing at my skin.
Some days I wish I could crawl right of my flesh,
run away from her tauntful gaze and open arms of constriction.
Can't you see I don't want to play your untantalizing games?
Anxiety,please leave me the fuck alone.
I no longer want to feel your fingers crawling against my flesh,feel the anxious need to rush out of bed and go somewhere not covered in their faces.
I see the way they stare at me,watch me,examine me as I rush past,because I can't stand to look them in the eye,afraid of what I'll see,what they'll say or not say.
Some days I just want to run as fast as my feet can carry past the pavement,feel the wind press against my bones,never touching the earth again in lightning flashes.

(I don't know why it's all to one side like that.__.)