Anxiety

It's like a spider, that clambers down your spine,
Or a serpent, slithering down a vine.
Whatever it is, it's definitely foreboding,
Because it destroys all of your feelings that are outgoing.

It's a presence that always makes you worry,
And makes your emotions dash about in a mindless flurry.
It manages to make a mess of everything you do,
And everyone it pops along, you wish it wasn't true.

Alas! There seems to be a cure!
Although how it works I'm not entirely sure...
But next time you feel, like you're about to write your will,
Sit down in your arm chair, and take a cooling chill pill!