“I wish we were all hippies and we did yoga, lived in cottages, smoked weed, accepted everyone for who they are and listened to wonderful music. 
And I wish money didn’t make us who we are.
I just wish we would redo society.”
Bob Marley
“Anxiety,”
Anxiety hits,
You panic,
You over think,
You stop yourself from everything,
Everything you love,
Everything you hate, 
You shelter your self away,
The people you know became the people you knew,
The things you loved became the things you are afraid to do,
You try to stop it,
To help yourself,
But its too late,
Before you know it, its taken over your life,
You are afraid,
You can’t do anything anymore,
And that’s when you’ve realized,
You are not in control of your life anymore,
Anxiety is,
And it will not give in
Until it has you,
Has you buried deep inside a hole,
Unable to escape.