You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning. Why do I not want to do anything?I don't know what to do. Look around. Fake the laughs.Why can't I stop this feeling of pressure of something coming?It's coming. It's ok. It's ok. It's okBreathe. Breathe. Breathe.You have to hurry you have to get out!You have to be outside this situation now!But it's coming and it's going to get you!You can't wait get out now! Heart beating. Smiling people.The room is closing in on you. Act normal. Act happy.Get out. Get out. Get out.If they know what is happening they will...no. Act normal.Trapped in this nightmare can't get out.Just tell someone what is happening! Middle. Pit in stomach. Haze in brain.Tell yourself it's all ok. You're ok. Nothing it wrong.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.Running without moving your feet.They can't know. It's going to make them worry. It will darken their day. Trapped. No where to go.Go to the bathroom.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.You are insane. No one acts this way.A marionette doll with a painted smile.Curled hair. Peach dress. This is normal.No. No. No!  Try to breathe until they come.Closing in. This can't be real.Please make it stop! No escape. Must act a certain way.Can't make a scene. Can't act the way you feel.Can't breathe. Not ok. Not fine. Not alive."Are you ok?" End. "No I'm not.""You're safe." I'm losing it."Take a pill." Paint the face."Wipe the tears." I can't wipe them all."Breathe." It's closing in."You're ok." This is not ok."It's over now." It will come back."Lets go back." They will stare. They know. They know. They know.