Anxiety: An unpleasant state of uneasiness, or concern about an uncertain event.

I was barely four when the dreams began.
Images of free falling into darkness,
Being swept away from everything into nothing.

One cry for help, and my parents were there.
"Just breathe," said my mother.
My father held me in his arms.
"You're here with us and you are safe, Just breathe."

Years pass, and now I am seven.
I fear that the sun will die,
And everything else with it.
When clouds gathered, I never expected only rain.
Every dark sky meant a hurricane,
Flooding my mind with hopelessness.

Frozen with fear,
I'd call my parents.
"Just breathe," said my father.
My mother stroked my hair.
"You're here with us and you are safe. Just breathe."

I'm older now.
I no longer fear hurricanes and tidal waves.
In fact I love the rain.
But as I've matured,
Anxiety's roots have deepened.

And now, self consciousness and self doubt,
Are the storms that ravage my mind.
I'm twelve now.
I'm too old to call out for my parents to tell them,
That I am paralyzed with fear and need them,
And to tell them,
That I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that I'll never fit in.
(Breathe)
I'm afraid that I look like a freak.
(Breathe)
Are they talking about me?
(Breathe)
I'm afraid that I'll be alone.

I'm a failure.
(Breathe)
I'll make a fool out of myself.
(Breathe)
The person I love more than anything might die.

My lips start to tremble.
I hold onto myself for comfort but nothing works.
(Breathe)
If only some one cared.
(Breathe)

No...people do care.
Do they show it?
(Breathe)
They do show it, I'm just blinded by the darkness.
(Breathe)
I have the power to change this.
If only I'd give myself a chance.
(Breathe)
I can give myself a chance.
I have the power.
(Breathe)
It's just in my head
I think my heart is telling me,
"I'm not. I'm not. I'm not."
When it is saying,
"I am. I am. I am."
I am good.
I am smart.
I am pretty.
I am something.
Something important.
Something special.
(Breathe)