12th

Anxiety

Opportunistic predator, its teeth are sharp
it waits for me to let down my guard.
It likes to take me when I'm scared and wrap me in its clutches.

I seem afraid of all I see.

The world of death and foolish men

leaves me angry and on fire.

I'm afraid of what may come to be

a future hopeless and ruined by idiots.

Anxiety preys on powerlessness

And a country I defended well
sells arms to evil men.

I am powerless to stop it.

Controlled by sugar, agri, pharmacorp
my life seems void of choice.
Anxiety digs its claws a little deeper.

It feels so soft and safe and warm
and like it gives me power
when I raise my voice to gain control.

Panic, Anger, and withdrawl seem a just response
to the stupid foolish rich

who burn the world for gold.

The lizard brain, the will to kill

the part of me that's stupid.

Anxiety's just a damned beast.

It claws my neck and licks my hands

it tries to keep my focus.

And when I turn away it's there sitting on my chest.