I look up fear in my eyes, feeling the tears roll down my face as I look up and admire the sky.

My lungs feel tight I can hardly breathe, It's like I'm under water even though I'm so far from the sea.

The light in my eyes start to go dim, as I wonder if I should just let them win.

My anxiety seems to have taken priority, not knowing if I should Fight or  Flee as I see escape Disappearing before me.

My scars on display for all to see, feeling as if I am in a glass case for to poke and **** at like A some new exhibit who is just there to please.