Anxiety's Nest

5 am I haven't slept. my heart pounding in my chest, I have a whole week of work starting. Anxiety, it uses sharp sticks for its nest. The sticks stab my rationality. Panic crept up my spine into my brain My thoughts tired run until I'm left with nothing but fatigue through my arms and legs. it may not look it, but inside I do not feel the same. Anxiety builds a nest with sharp sticks.