I'm looking for the upside
to these panic attack nights,
when my throat threatens to close,
and I have to remind my self,
to just breathe.
Cheeks flushed, heart racing,
trying to hold back the tears
that I couldn't explain.
Even if you asked.
But I know you wouldn't,
you would pretend that I wasn't
even there.
Keeping your eyes trained
on someone else.
But that's just who you are.
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
