"IT"

IT has many faces
Most of which I try to hide
But when IT wants to play with me
IT tramples on my pride

IT makes me feel hopeless
IT makes me feel sad
IT makes me feel nauseous
IT makes me feel mad

IT makes me feel grouchy
IT makes me feel tense
IT makes me feel tired
IT doesn't make much sense

IT makes my pulse quicken
IT makes my vision blur
IT makes my body tremble
IT makes my discourse slur

IT fills me with anxiety
IT fills me with despair
IT fills me with frustration
All these feeling I just can't bear

The worst of all these feelings
About the truth I cannot lie
Is the undeniable sensation
That I am going to DIE