Just some poetry

XXXVI. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8

Something goes wrong,
And in my head is a voice so loud and clear.
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
These numbers I say,
Never seeming to end.
12345678
The numbers get faster,
As the voice gets louder.
My head fills with these numbers,
And my lips softly wording them.
My fingers tapping,
My eyes watering.
These numbers are clouding my head, they are suffocating my brain. They are taking my breath, and my soul away.
I look in that awful mirror with the numbers slipping out
12345678
I hate what I see, and my anxiety is killing me.
I do every little thing wrong, I make every mistake.
My hands are shaking
My voice is wavering
12345678123456781234567812345678
These numbers are all I can hear
My lips trying to keep up with how fast that voice is screaming.