Fog moves in and clutters the mind,
Making reality seem to unwind.
Things seem so out of place,
Life just can't seem to fill up the blank space.

Days seem to get longer,
The inability to get stronger.
As darkness draws nearer,
The world doesn't seem to get clearer.

Visions dance around the head,
All the body wants to do is be in bed.
Breathing even seems hard,
It's like things just feel so scarred.

As time slips by, continue weeping,
Eyes just close, briefly sleeping.
Body begins to shake, uncontrollably,
Like a tremor, so emotionally.

Mood turns to aggression,
Slipping deeper and deeper into depression.
Ashamed to tell society,
Just about ones anxiety.

@Jessica_Hicks