In the dead of night,
My emotions fight,
One is sad,
And another is mad,
Swirling around in a tangled mess,
I feel the anxiety, brought on by stress.

It must be as they say,
It's just my mind at play,
No reason to doubt,
No reason to shout!

Yes, I must be stressed,
As everyone and all can attest,
My mind is going haywire,
And my body might expire,
But I swear, I'm still okay,
Even as my nerves begin to fray...

But still, it must be as they say,
Though it feels as if my mind has gone astray,
Yes, there's no reason to doubt,
Even if I feel a need to shout!

Looking everywhere, round and round,
Yes, my waking fear is still around!
Call it irrational, call it insane,
I'll just call it something else I can not explain!
For I have nothing left to fear,
But the criticism of those I hold dear.

So, it must be as they say,
I can only think of it that way,
Even as my mind begins to doubt,
Even as I cry, and scream, and shout!
© Britt Clark