"Anxiety"

(This poem, among others that I have written are from my understandings of the mental illnesses that I've been diagnosed with. The descriptions and such can be a little odd, but it's from my point of view.)

Anxiety is like an ice cube when it sticks to your fingers
But instead of being attached at the fingers
It's sticking to your head like an astronaut's helmet
But it's been able to get into your mind, too
There's no way to get it off
And it will always stay there
When you try to get it off
It will stay
Chips of it may break off and melt away
But it's like a ghost attached to your body
It's always there
Hiding behind your back
Whispering lies into your ear
And you can't do anything about it
Though you wish that you could
You've been cursed with something that will
Keep you in its grip
And it will make you cry
Become frightened
Paranoid
Angry
And it'll leave the others staring
wondering
What happened to her?