Ask Me How It Feels

Panic

Beads of sweat form on my face
I stare out at this confined space
A knife is twisting in my core
I'm staring anxious at the door
My hands and legs shake to and fro
My vision's weak, I've got to go
But stone still I'm stuck right here
Look left and right it's what I fear
My muscles cannot make contractions
searching frantic for distractions
But time let's up and I can leave
Already I've started to grieve
My legs are weak, my vision blurry
Left and right a busy scurry
trip and stumble feel confusion
hearing distorts to illusion
I close my eyes, slide down the wall
My breathing quick, I start to fall
I think I'm hyperventilating
far from ever concentrating
I get some water, contemplating
What the hell just happened