Anxiety

I lie in bed, 

As silence falls over everything,

But my mind,

Which races at a hundred miles a minute, 

Trying to figure out what you meant, 

When you said "oh". 

Where you angry?

Where you sad? 

I didn't mean to make you mad,

I'm confused, 

Are you confused?

It's like being tickled, 

You don't like it,

But you don't want it to stop. 

Is it excitement? 

Maybe not, 

But I'm getting close. 

When your mind wanders, 

And your heart beats faster, 

And sometimes you forget to breathe. 

I remember that feeling, 

The tingle of your nerves, 

The coldness of your feet, 

The sweat in your palms, 

It's, 

It's anxiety.

Author's Note

What do you all think? First time writing. Open to any suggestions and advice.