Phobia

I'm a book left unfinished;
Forgotten, reread at the wildest of time and then forgotten once again.
I'm a thought left unsaid;
Never heard and never continued.
I'm the end to the short lapse of a beginning.
I'm what brings you back every time but isn't needed.
I'm priceless yet no wants to claim this prize.
I'm the anxiety that creeps up on you when you can't remember a band name or an actor.
I'm the worthlessness you feel when you become the fly on the wall.
I'm all the worries you've ever had.
Let's start over.
This time breathe.
I'm still all those things,
but now you're alive.
Keep breathing.