It's what I fear most each day
As I awake every dawning morn.
There's no escaping Panic as
it lies to rest in the background.
There's too many storms to battle
And far from finished they'll continue
Until I reach the state of mind
to which I can continue no more.
I'm drowning in my inevitability
and cursing my innate tendency
to become overwhelmed in the
surging waves of my turmoil.
I reflect on my repetitive mistakes
And my flaws which cause
Me to tumble each time
I dream of happiness.
My heart begins to race with
such increasing speed and
butterflies dance in my stomach
Whirling round and round.
I sigh once more as I
realise with much frustration
I've done it yet again..
I've ppanicked!
