Insecurity

Bit by bit it crept upon me,

Like a slow fever.

Now it resides in me.

The happiness that was crawling, took its steps back. 

My head felt light,

My body shivered.

Maybe they're right,

Whispered my mirror.

I sip anxiety,

From the cup of stares.

I breathe fear,

In tight wear.

Like a helpless worm,

In a bird claws.

Some call it's insecurity

But others say it's only better for me.

You tell what all these symptoms again?