A.N: Dedicated to all those out there with anxiety that decided to piss you off on Halloween. Lovely thing, isn't it? Written when I was running on 7 Oh Henry's, 4 Coffee Crisps's, 13 Reese's, and two hours of sleep.

I scream for Ice cream...

Sitting there,

About ready to run.

Blood-pumping,

Mind screaming:

GET OUT!

The bile rising

Like the volcanoe's erruption:

Fear's cameo,

Once again.

You dash off

In a sprint of cowardice,

Leaving your act behind.

This play has been shut down.

Sitting in the darkness;

Annoyance swirling,

Self-view spiraling down;

Like your once high spirits.

The phone rings,

Let it ring.

It's just them.

With their double-faced concerns,

As shallow as them.

Just ignore the weakness,

Ignore the self-hatred:

You have better things to do

Then drown in the ocean:

Deep ocean,

Of your self-pity.

Pull yourself together

Yet another day to drag through:

The constant worry,

The constant fear,

The constant loathing:

Of anxiety.

End...

A.N: I don't think it was really good. The first couple of stanza's seemed decent, but then it just went down-hill from there. Once again, I would love to know your thoughts regarding this poem. Review for the sake of Halloween (Of which I hope everyone had a great time). Till the next time, toodles.