Panic

What am I doing?

What am I thinking?

Thinking...

The room is shrinking, and I'm thinking

Panic claws at my throat like a hungry bear.

I become aware that anxiety is now in the room with me

Dunking my head into an ocean of fear.

I must remember I'm still here.

I'm near.

Near the end.

I cant pretend anymore.

I wont pretend.

I will breath and i will see that no one is here.

That the way is clear.

That i will have to crawl through this rubble to escape this trouble.

This troubling mind of mine that keeps wasting my time that keeps repeating my lines.

They repeat and repeat.

And I realize that I'm lying.

That I'm dying.

Why am I suddenly crying?

Its because I'm lying.

These words are poison that burn my throat so listen close.

Because with my throat on fire this is all they spoke.

The voices in me.

The ones who scream.

The one whos me.

The ones whos silent.