Everyday is the same for me,
That’s the way it is living with anxiety.
Doc said the pills should help settle me down,
Sometimes they make me feel like a clown.
I still do everyday things,
Work, play, and sometimes sing.
Then there are days where all I do is fret,
Because eveyone is looking at me like a freak I’ll bet.
I was never this way up unitl last year,
For some strange reason my mind went into high gear.
I hope it goes away,
And the real me can come back out to play.