Anxiety Revealed

Keeping on, like masks from an old trunk in the attic
When there is nothing, here you will find something
To be confronted with this dusty old cobweb
Of buried emotions and hidden memories, thoughts
Arisen from ashes once sealed with a smile
For tomorrow has come, baring jagged teeth
Consume your soul with doubt and avoidance
No longer will you think, cry, laugh... feel
But motion by motion you'll be led to forget
And re-position the smile and mechanical moves
That keep you going and going until the end
When all of your masks will hide nothing but regret