The Unnamed

In droplet it falls but it isn’t rain
It is well known, but you don’t call it fame
If you’re constantly thinking about it, you won’t be sane
It’s a thug of war that is not a game
Wait, breathe then observe for it is not same
Held bound but not by chains
I’m not playing with words this is actually insane
It comes without warning, yet somehow remains.
It pulls at the heart and wrestles the brain,
It lingers in silence, then rises again.
You try to resist, but resistance is vain,
You lose yourself searching for something to blame.
I feel it, i know it, yet cannot explain
This feeling, what is its name?