The only cure for this disease is hope.
But it’s lost in the maze within my mind.
Heart beating makes it hard for me to cope,
My stomach feels as though it’s in a bind.

The creases in my hand become like streams,
My gut that holds a pit that only sits.
Outside I’m silent but inside I scream,
When worry is the feeling I emit.

When I am vulnerable he them strikes,
My weak and feeble body’s gonna snap.
I get the sense of hopelessness he likes,
I choose whether to fall into his trap.

Although this fear seems to be number one,
It soon is clear that hope has this war won.