I walk through life in a haze,
Running through a never-ending maze,
Ignoring what’s in front of me,
With these eyes, I cannot see.
Stumbling through the dark,
Trying to find the light,
The one single spark,
That can save me from the plight.
Obstacles become roadblocks in my path,
Muttering bad thoughts as they all laugh,
I try to fight but they are on the warpath,
Making every word feel as though I am a psychopath.
This fight I cannot seem to win,
I try with all my might but fall back with the smallest thing,
Most people seem to take it on the chin,
But Anxiety he is King.