Panic Attack
By:  Jill Sheets









My chest tightens.
Not again.
Try to focus on my breathing
but quickly my mind goes back
to being talked down to.
Wanting to say something
but afraid of what will happen.
To speak my mind.
Is this supposed to be okay?
Wanting to go in a darkroom
Away from their egos.
Believe it or not –
I do know what I am taking about.
Breath. Breath.
I thought that this was suppose to help.
It will not be much longer
Before
I forget.





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