My hands shake
My body aches
My throat closes
I can't seem to breathe
My eyes close
My mind slows
My words catch
I can't think
Panic,
attack,
Panic,
attack,
Panic,
attack,
like a heartbeat
YOU ARE READING
Words for the Contradictions
Poetry"Here's to all the living, breathing contradictions trying to fit into a world that hates them affectionately and loves them indifferently."~unknown
