Panic. Panic. Panic.
Panic everywhere.
The homework load up on my desk fills my head with worry.
The lines across my young forehead are made from all the stress.
Tapping fingers on my desk, I'm just trying to write a schedule.
Heart beat way past 100 beats a minute.
Mind is racing, trying to catch up.
Jaw is gritting tightly.
A snaking feeling of desperation is racing up my spine.
My phone is ringing off the wall, calls from work and college.
Email was emptied last December, but who's counting anymore.
Scholarships left unanswered disappear with my moral.
Time is flying by too fast.
I squint my eyes to focus on the math, but all I see is panic.
Clawing at my heart I feel the shortness of my breath.
Pacing back and forth helps me, and scratching at my wrist.
I let it pile up, you see, until I can't think straight.
Because without the panic I'd be stuck in bed.
Wasting my life away.
