anxiety (Poetry)

anxiety shaking quaking twitching itching scratching never relaxing never the chance to breathe – in and … …out the door hit the floor running to a destination unknown known to be out of reach but still reaching for greatness when greatness only slips through my fingers fingers that tap the table rhythmically sending my body into an uncontrolled dance of shaking quaking twitching itching scratching never relaxing never time to stop my mind racing leaving my mouth chasing words never spoken am I broken on a level unknown or is it known but not shown to the world instead curled inside my head making me seem brain dead but instead my brain is more alive it just can’t thrive on normal levels of non interaction when you run away from me scared because I am shaking quaking twitching itching scratching and never relaxing