Hands shaking,
Pulse racing,
Sweat forming,
Fast breathing.
It's coming,
I can feel it.
The walls of my chest become tight,
It's becoming harder to breathe.
My minds racing with jumbled thoughts.
I can't focus on reality.
Who is talking?
My throat begins to burn
I'm choking back tears,
My stomach is turning,
I need to sit.
I need to breathe,
But it feels like I can't.
I panic,
As people tell me I'm over reacting.
I need air.
I need space.
Please would you get away from me?
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoesíaPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
