Six

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Panicking once again,
Feeling the pain that's nearly here,
Trying hard not to be noticed,

In the middle of class,
My heart racing,
My throat closing in,
My hands, shaking

Trying hard to go unnoticed by the prying eyes,
But as it gets closer, I feel dizzy,
The room is spinning at a fast pace,

And I feel them, the eyes, more and more
It causes the panicking to get worse,
I'm cold. I feel faint. The pain is here,

I try not to cry out,
I try not to be nuisance,
I try to tough it out,
I try, but the pain is increasing,

I let out a cry,
As I feel like I might die,

.....

Darkness,

It's all I see. I expect the pain I feel to go away,
But it stays
It hurts it hurts

Scratching and pulling at my skin,
Unaware of what's going on outside,
I hear faint calls
Trying to take my mind off the closing walls
In my head

Silence.

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