Panic Attack

And when we panic...
it's a blessing
not a curse

Oh my God,
hold my purse,

as I pull
out my hair,

run away
but to where?

Hide my face,
as I remember,

faces flushed
in December.

Rain will fall,
waters rise,

tears won't run
from these eyes.

Want to scream,
but to who?

Close my eyes,
I see you.

Get a grip,
mental shake,

put on smiles
that are fake,

Because inside
I am twitchy,

don't want to seem
like I'm bitchy.

So I laugh,
really loud,

try to blend,
with the crowd.

In my head
walls are spinning,

because I know
it's the beginning,

of a cycle I've
done before,

and I hope
I'm not a whore.

It is me,
It is her,

from this life,
we can concur,

that our lives
are all connected,

by the panic
we've perfected.

It's the same
every day:

we become shy,
we look away,

from the
possibilities.

Our perfume
in the breeze,

it attracts
the birds and bees,

watch them come
from all the trees,

it is them
we try to please.

But then our words
begin to freeze,
and then we panic....