A Day of Anxiety

Stomach's just hurting Breathing's all wrong There's a day to get through I have to go on I worry on the toilet Don't know what about But it all takes too long And I have to get out I worry about burglars And so I clean up Take mess from the equasion Wash that last cup I walk to the bus To go to the shops Not using the crossing 'Cause cars might not stop I sit facing thefront While I'm on the bus A woman steps back on my foot with no fuss She turns and says "sorry" I say "it's alright" But it's not and it hurts And I fancy a fight Back to my need for a Life with no fuss I continue my anxious journey On the bus Once I asked friends How they would describe me 'Laid back' said one 'Cause they couldn't see My long practiced and Completed task Of asserting myself From a public mask