Anxiety

Picture being locked in a position

Your hands in chains, envision the words and just listen

There's no escape, it's just a state

There's no way to make an incision

The strangling hands of fate will mangle

You better go make a decision

There's no time to be shedding them tears

You actually gotta be making a difference

To top it off, you're fretting daily

You're sweating bullets and your color is fading

You're caught in thought. You try to cough

But that's no what's causing your throat to be aching