Panic Disorder


Fidgeting, sweating palms, racing heart-

Please relax I say; my insecurities can rip me apart.

I'm so scared, on the fringe of fright.

This disorder makes me believe that I'm not at all bright.

Although, I know better than best-

Yet, this illness makes me fall on a spectrum of less and less.

I try to fight it, and remember who I am.

A strong woman, equal to that of any man.

It just hurts so horribly, and this fear takes over.

I'm trying not to become drunk on negativity; but I can't stay sober.

So, I try not to let my walls swallow me up again; I say I'm fine.

Even the most darkened star has a twinkle; SO LET ME SHINE....

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