The walls, they move inward.
Pressure builds inside my head.
Is this all an illusion?
What do I have to dread?
The darkness surrounds me,
Swallows me up into black.
My defenses go up,
And I'm poised to attack.
Upon close inspection,
I realize no one's there.
The visions; the compression
All gave me quite a scare.
I'm alone, I'm suffering
Inside my own brain.
It's inescapable, detrimental;
A problem I can't feign.
From this torture, I can't run
Or curl up and hide.
How can I evade the pain
When it's in my own mind?
The strangled screams start their chorus;
My outlet of distress.
The contrasting whispers fill my head
As I wonder why I'm such a mess.
My mental affliction is frightening.
So strange, how could it be?
Because of these bouts of panic,
Shadows threaten to consume me.
*I don't actually have a panic disorder.*
