Once upon a midnight clear
all alone with thought up fear.
I was having a panic attack
pacing the floor, watching my back.
I felt shaky, the urge to run
a panic attack is not fun.
I hyperventilated and felt tense
the thoughts in my head didn't make sense.
I paced and cried, paced and cried
then in the closet I went to hide.
I didn't want to be seen in my current state
the embarrassment of a panic attack I really hate.
I layed out a blanket on the closet floor
then sat down and shut the door.
breathing in a paper bag, alone in the dark
another panic attack has left its mark.