I’m in a panic but I don’t know what it’s about
Sinking deeper into stress I only want to shout
But why bother there is no one who wants to hear,
The panic at times is more than I can really bear.
I cling to the side walls as I descend into a well
My fingernails all torn my hands begin to swell
I listen to the panic closely but that is no use at all
For it goes on without me being able to stall.
Blind panic scoring across my arms as blood oozes
The cuts I can’t feel I only hear the dull excuses.

When did the panics start asks the counsellor
How the heck do I know they did just show
it’s no use talking this thing out to anyone
They have their own panic for someone
They love, but they keep the lid on tightly
To avoid the panic rising up in intensity.
Is panic born of not knowing who I am,
It would make sense if I was able to cram
More minutes into each hour everyday,
This panic is here solidly it won’t go away.