Black Smoke ( Poetry about anxiety )

They say do it with an ease ,
I should be not critical of my own self ,
But I left the plate on the table with the unfinished food ,
I saw the fumes covering me from behind the woods ,
Say them to lock the door and take care when they cross the road ,
Why do I think that that something might happen we will be hunt down by the misfortune ,
I was taking my stuff running towards the door ,
I felt hand on me hand on me that made me choke ,
I was chased down by my own anxious thoughts surrounded by black smoke.

I guess I should have I knew that everyone has right to their opinion ,
When I had speak something on classrooms podium ,
I had lump in the throat ,
Guess there were less teachers in system who insult and demote seven years old ,
I wish to shut down and shut all my thoughts ,
Lurking behind the seats in the public transports ,
I thoughts how would I face crying all night in the bed ,
You should know smarter I am in my head ,
I remain restless it played behind till I woke ,
I was chased down by my own anxious thoughts surrounded by black smoke.

You know I have to check the book in my backpack ? ,
Do they really talk that shit behind my back ? ,
I inspected the lock on the door thousand times before I left the house ,
How far you run away from your own ghosts when your mind becomes a madhouse ? ,
Why does lights flickers ?,
The smoke gets thicker ,
There is no light I should get out of the room quicker ,
It choke me down though it is invisible ,
I should stop being so critical ,
These things are small but you can make assumption what they can provoke ,
After a moment ,
I was chased down by my own anxious thoughts surrounded by black smoke.

Thank you for reading !