The Beast

My hands, they were shaking
My anxiety had beaten me down
I did my best to ignore it
Yet, it knew when I was around

Silent steps, I tried to sneak
Sounds of thunder, and into the fray
Reaching out, it grabbed me by the throat
And sent panic rushing through my veins

Solitude and my safe place
Two things that help me to fight the beast
But, I guess it’s something that I need to accept
When I wear my heart upon my sleeve