If anxiety was a color,

It would be black

As dark as the night sky without stars.

If anxiety was a taste,

It would be just like blood in your mouth.

If anxiety was a feeling,

It would be as nerve-wracking as presenting in front of a crowd.

If anxiety was a smell,

It would be as nasty as burning eggs.

If anxiety was a sound, 

It would be booming like a large gong. 



This was for a class assignment, but I really liked it and wanted to let others read it.