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
relax
breath
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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