it creeps up on me

it thinks it is sneaky, but

I see it coming 

It digs in its claws

i can't escape from its grip

and it pulls me down

in a bathroom stall

or curled up behind a wall

i try to fight it

i promise I try

but sometimes it wins and I- 

Just. Can't. Breathe. In, out.

So I can’t always

avoid my anxiety

until I get home