It's that feeling.
That feeling of no escape.
The tightness surrounds me;
that's when panic sets in.
Few understand,
the intensity of specific situations in my life.
It's the short ride in the elevator,
waiting in that small doctors office,
the crowd swarming at the concert.
My mind plays with me,
and I hate it.
Why must relaxing be so hard?
Deep breaths get me through the temporary stress,
yet my fear remains.
My heart races
And questions fill my brain;
as the possibilities are endless.
Can I escape?
What if, what if?
I need space!
Claustrophobia haunts me.