Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Appearing

I never know when you will come.

I only know that come you will.

Being at home does help me some.

I can hide while inside you fill.

The therapy, the medicine

Did help at first, but now I find

You can still get under my skin,

And make me go out of my mind.

You go away a while and I

Feel you are gone but feel the fear.

It doesn't  matter how or why,

I cannot make you disappear.

Anxiety is what you be.

I hate you when you come on me.