Hello Mr. Panic, we meet again. 

You tend to come along when least expected. 

I don’t mind the visit. 

 

 

I just wish you would give me some notice is all. 

For I do not wish to dance today. 

But I guess if you need lessons, I can give it a try. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, stop bothering me while I am at work. 

I need to make an honest pay. 

However, when you show up, I have to leave for the day. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, the most convenient time is when I am home alone. 

Then we can have a nice chat. 

Then, I don’t mind if you show up unexpectedly. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, must we fight today? 

I am just not In the mood nor do I have the energy. 

But if you insist on crushing my air waves, I guess I don’t have a choice. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, I wish we could get along. 

For this drunken spousal abuse does not suite me. 

If you must attack me, make it quick. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, I no longer enjoy our visits. 

I am not sure if I ever did. 

Our friendship does nothing but cause anxiety, anymore. 

 

 

Every time your around me, a chill comes through my spine. 

Every time you’re here, I am scared for my life. 

Every time you’re here, my heart shouts and screams. 

 

 

My palms become sweaty and I cry for no reason 

Mr. Panic, you made me this way. 

 

 

You make me dance when I am far too tired. 

You make me chat when I just want silence. 

You make freak out when I need to stay calm. 

 

 

Mr. Panic, what can I do to make you go away?

Or at least limit our visits. 

At least let me do things on my own terms. 

Such as dance when I want to.