ANXIETY (ORIGINAL POEM)

The most spreading disorder is anxiety,
it is the most ''popular'' among society ...
Yes, you can call it, I guess, even stress,
because of it, in my brains I have a mess ...
I go into the nature, for a long, long walk,
do not be so surprised, if to myself I talk ...
I listen the binaural beats for my brains,
I always dance outside, when it rains ...
People talk: ''He probably lost his mind!''
I cannot help to myself, if I am such a kind ...
And the demons whisper in my left ear,
I wish, in vain, she would be always near ...