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On The Attack
By PoppyK1@aol.com

I don't know what's come over me,
This illness that I feel.
The doctors say there's nothing wrong.
But, I know how I feel.

I cannot fall asleep at night
And when I do, I wake.
This illness that I feel is real
There can be no mistake.

Sometimes the palpitations
In my chest, give me a start.
I'm almost sure there's something wrong
It has to be my heart.

So nervous, I can almost feel
My skin begin to crawl.
Depression comes on suddenly,
And all I do is bawl.

Sometimes I think, I'm going to faint
When I am in a store.
Then all that I can think about
Is running to the door.

Sometimes I get a hot flash
When I'm driving all alone.
And pray "Oh, please don't let me die
Until, I get back home."

Don't want to go out publicly
I know I will get sick.
And everybody that I know
Is getting tired of it.

The doctors and my friends all say
There's nothing wrong with me.
"Someday, I tell them, "When I die,
You all will finally see."

Until that day, when they reflect
As they remember back
I sit and wait to have my next,
"ANXIETY ATTACK."

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