Anxiety (a poem)

Anxiety.
It has it's grip
in every facet
I can possibly see
in me.
Dreams plagued by
the notion
that it
really will
only be a dream.
Harrassed
by my head.
To overthink,
To recreate,
To give in,
To give up.
All we hear
is the constant
patter.
One by one
we move along,
thinking that
maybe it won't matter
once it all
drops.