Anxiety

I am begging and pleading I am desperate for attention Some would call me despairing I got it
 ​​ last-gasp, of breath before I was breathing correctly. The Panic takes over all ten finger tips tingly I am cautiously of who I let in now. I am desperate for help desperately determined to not feel insane as it rains just on me. Rain, as if  Tear drops, fall out the sky, truly it was out my right and left eye. I feel calmer the crying release of anticipation anxiety had its grip on me. I am desperate for sleep insomnia has me awake. I am desperate to gain control of my own thoughts -Anxiety