Panick attack

I screamed 

my hands automatically went to my ears 

I hated the noise 

I still don't understand why I scream 

my chest trapped the air 

i was hyperventilating 

tears streamed down my face 

I screamed again 

my throat was dry 

my back felt like a wond rubber band 

but I could relax 

people crowded 

you are alright 



if I could I would I wanted to say 

but instead another scream 

went out into the air 

they walked me to a room to quiet down 

my body shook 

my eyes will still remember the faces 

faces of friends and strangers 

wondering  what they had just seen 

I wish I could tell them 

they just saw a panick attack 

And will probably see one again

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