Anxiety me

My words reflect my anxiety

Telling a tale like a tapestry,

As if I am Job or Sisyphus

Struggling and tormented endlessly,

This is how my anxiety flows free,

Causing me to hyperventilate

So that I struggle to breathe,

But in all this I still retain the real me,

Wildly existentially screaming

Welcome the revolution and Vive la Anarchy.