Panic Attack
Panic attacks
Are not the only thing she doesn’t lack
Her self-confidence is never in tact
But wait a second let’s back track
Let’s get back to this fact
Self-consciousness and self-doubt
Those things don’t play around
They begin to crowd
In her mind
Until she can’t hear a sound
Where can she hide
Nowhere to be found
Caught up in the tide
She’s beginning to drown
She’s longing for her purpose
But she can’t find her way to the surface
She believes she deserves this
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