People in the room as calm as they like. Hiding in the corner anxiety spike. At anytime this horror can occur. Like a terrible dream that has to recur. Entering this hell while walking alone. Sanity melting like an ice cream cone. Tears signalling a loss of grip. All sense of control about to slip. Muddled thoughts that make no sense. Everything around you feels so tense. No one can predict when the panic attacks. It looks at your psyche and targets the cracks. To beat this curse you must change how you think. Hopefully these words bring you back from the brink.