Here's another poem I wrote. Panic

I stroll down the animated hall with a hasty heart.

The tumultuous crowd hurry to their next class.

Oblivious peers pass by with colossal smiles,

giggling with one another.

Pessimistic thoughts invade my mind.

I struggle to move my heavy feet.

Each step is another dare.

Internal screams pester me to let them free.

I feel the gaze of many but see none.

The innocent laughs behind me grow louder.

Are they laughing at me?

Is there something on the back of my pants?

I gasp.

The clean air is replaced with a poisonous gas.

Fire devours my lungs.

I cough out the smoke

And clutch my chest.

Self-control slips through my

sweaty, trembling hands.

My eyes widen with terror.

What is happening?

Am I having a heart attack?

Oh my god!

I am dying!

A dark cloud hover over me.

The warm colors around me

fades into black.

Students continue to rush past,

Their bookbags collide with my shoulders.

The world spins like a carousel.

I stumble for a moment

And shut my eyes.

You're alright.

It's all in your head.

Breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The polluted air clears.

I took one last deep breath to steady my nerves.

My eyes slowly open.

It dawned on me that

The world hadn't stopped,

just me standing in the middle of the congested hall.

The late bell rings.

"Get to class!"

The school security officer demanded.

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