Butterflies

Butteflies
I feel them in my stomach
And they are not the good kind
They are the ones that come with anxiety
I tried to breathe through the feeling
Breathe in
One, two, three, four, five
Breathe out
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Focus on the breath
It's not working
The butterflies are still there
I imagine they are trapped, scared,
And so am I