Anxiety

my blood boils,
stomach shakes,
vision blurs,
losing my breath,

my mind weeps,
while my posture bends,
but a crooked smile,
stays plastered to my face,

I've worried too many,
let down even more,
but no one more,
then myself,

this is more then teen angst,
I've been stuck in this cycle,
for years upon years,
dying bit by bit.