Panic
It's the sweat
And the tears
And the hyperventilation
My racing mind
And the words that just won't come out
It's worries beyond comprehension
It's the feeling that you are nothing
And that your problems are everything
Waiting to creep up on you
And ruin the day again
It's time paused
And fastfowarded
In a whirlwind of thoughts and actions
It's trying to let go,
But still clenching the madness tightly in white-knuckled hands
Panic.