As the panic hits and my anxiety rises

My head starts to pound as I prepare my guises.

"I'm fine, I swear," I promise my friends

While my lungs close up as I think about odds and ends. 

I take medication, and that does some good,

But not as much as you'd think it would. 

I want to calm down, just take a deep breath

But it's hard to think when I feel like Death. 

"Go to a good place, it'll be alright." 

What only comes to mind are thoughts of spite. 

I'll tell you why it's hard to breathe:

I may seem fine, but underneath? 

There's a storm in my head that puts nerves on end,

All thoughts and reason it does offend. 

When my head clears and my hands stop shaking,

My thoughts clear and my chest isn't aching, 

The moment has pasted and for now I feel good,

My family supports me, like I knew they would. 

It's hard sometimes, freaking out over nothing, 

When I say I'm okay, they'll catch my bluffing. 

They'll come around me, they're loves makes a sheath

For when it gets hard to breathe.