The pressure’s building up
I feel like soda that’s been dropped.
I feel like I’m about to explode
And I know that soon I’ll pop.
I know what’s about to happen
And I need to escape this room.
Where I go, I don’t know.
But I need to flee the impending doom.
I need to get to the clinic.
There I know I’ll be fine.
They always knows what to do;
But can I make it in time?
But no, it’s too late.
My soda bottle has blown.
I am no longer able to move, for
The seed of anxiety has grown.
Now I’ve collapsed, and
My rational side has died.
I can’t handle this-make it stop!
My strength is again being tried.
All the techniques I’ve memorized
Have completely flown my mind.
All the things I have prepared
Are suddenly unable to find.
“Don’t forget to just breathe!”
Ah, yes, the mantra of those “helpful” ones.
Well, here’s a newsflash for you-
Being told that helps NONE!
My lungs are overworking now,
And my heart is beating fast.
And every single breath I take
I fear it might be my last.
My hands have spiders in them.
My brain has gone offline.
My vision’s getting foggy;
Please- just don’t pass out this time.
My mind is leaving my body
And it’s floating freely in air.
I’m no longer able to feel anything
Please help me; I’m so scared.
Now I’m descending back to my body
And I can feel every atom around me.
It’s too much-make it stop!
Why can’t anybody hear my plea?
Luckily I calm down
Before my monster gets his way.
He’s returning back to hiding now
But I know he’ll soon come back to play.