Poems for the mentally ill

The panic

~ Panic disorder ~

Once again you're running manic,

your thoughts, they're going frantic.

You look into the distance but cannot focus,

colours they appear just like children's posters.

The sounds of people's voices, no longer can you

distinguish. They whirl together like alphabet soup,

and play over and over, like they're stuck on a loop.

People try too help, but you tell them not too

unless they hear you welp.

You don't want too share the burden, think there's no

time for learning, want them too leave you alone,

although it comes out more like a moan.

So gradually they listen, and one by one

they go missing.

Until you're standing completely alone,

with only anxiety by your side too hear you grown.

She grips hard at your chest and makes you a mess,

your breathing quickens but the pain does too,

because your breaths are stuck but you'll 'get through

this too.'

You're tired of the lies, but your hands are tied,

you have no choice but too listen for their eyes,

they glisten.

Glisten with hope, that you won't choke, think

this ache can be solved by a quick 'for god sake.'

But only you understand the pain of having,

your chest ripped too pieces and still receiving

no kisses. Life isn't like fairy tales and our friends

are not knights, they'll run when the first sign of

trouble's in sight.

So you lay alone at night, as another breath gets stuck,

though you have no idea why, why you have such bad luck.

You're given up now, don't have the energy too fight,

just let the breath get stuck and die? That you might.

As the night draws in, and you just can't breath,

you look at the ceiling and suddenly notice it's white.

Things no longer look weird, try as they might and

finally you can see some light.

So just like they said, the panic soon passes,

why did you not see it? Must have fogged up your

glasses. So as you breath a steady breath and last

tear dries, you look in the mirror and remember

you were never a quitter.

Anxiety isn't gone, she's still at the back of your mind

but now you realised, peace you can find.

So your friends come back and finally everything's

on the mend, although still a little on edge,

as you know you're still not at the end.

She will always be there, larking in the dark

but now you know how too uncover her mask.

So next time she strikes you will be prepared,

you'll ignore all the glares, ignore all the swears.

and when she hits you in the chest and again steals,

your breath - This time you'll know, you don't have too go.

Just stay where you are, don't jump in the car, the worst

you can do is run, so stay and enjoy the fun.