It creeps in silently
on tiptoes of cotton
unbeknownst to me
until it’s screaming
in my head
and filling every cell of my body
with fear
and self-loathing
and I want to take a hammer
and beat it out of me
because tears threaten to over spill
the rims of my eyes
and pour down my cheeks
and I hate them
for thinking they can flow
whenever they want to
and I hate myself even more
because I have no control
over any of it
*What today’s panic attack felt like.
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