lzableckis

Panic It draws her in to its lair Suffocates her slowly/l She gasps for air But none comes She can never escape these vicious thoughts They eat her alive Her world is nothing without them She can't stop thinking Yet her thoughts never come clearly She can't stop the fear Yet the fear isn't real But it feels real It's the only thing that she feels People tell her that it's nothing They say she is crazy That she is imagining things That she has nothing to fear So, why is fear the only thing she feels? Taking over her life Taking over her mind She can't find a way out Of the dark shadow it casts Everyone else sits in the sunlight They laugh and

She can never tell where she's going She can never see She is blinded by the voices The voices all around her They are never happy They are constantly judging But, they can't see They can't tell Who she really is What she really feels Every day is a masquerade She puts on her mask, and no one sees The thoughts pounding through her head The suffering she goes through The mind that never stops The constant fear Yet, every day People judge They see her and judge Judge her clothes Her face Her voice Hey mind She can never stop the madness She can never end the pain

No. She's not fine, She's not good, or ok, or fine. She's terrible. She can't stop the thoughts, she can't stop the swirling ideas. She can't even speak. The fear is constant, Never-ending. There is no escape, So she stops, Stops fighting, stops trying. Stops talking and sharing, in hope that the fear will stop. It never does. So, no. She's not fine. She's lost in a pitch black cave. She can never find her way out. So stop asking if she's fine. Stop asking if she's ok. She'll always say yes. But, she isn't fine. She isn't ok.

The shadows creep in The light darkens She cries out Searching, Hoping for someone to hear But, no one hears There is only silence There are only shadows Taking over

She sits there, thoughts swirling around her A hurricane of hurt and pain There's no escape. They follow everywhere. Haunting and creeping through her daily life No one can see what she does. The frightening images The terrifying possibilities. The racing mind that never slows. Everywhere she turns they follow right behind Never to escape these thoughts, never to escape these feelings.

As I stare into the depths of your eyes, I see the real you, Not your fake smiles, Or your deceptive laughs; No, I see the person behind the facade I see the desperation to fit in, Your cloaked anger And your crushed soul, I see the loneliness and the masked fear I see what no one else does, I see the real you

She sits in her chair Quiet and calm No, not calm Her mind isn't calm Her mind is a tornado of fear and horrifying images She can't stop them from coming She can't stop them from stealing every moment She suffocates under them Yet, I see her She sits calmly and quietly Looking relaxed and peaceful She's anything but peaceful She can't take the fears Swirling through her mind A storm of terror She sits there A perfect actress No one can tell how she truly feels Acting the most difficult part, Normal

No. She's not fine, She's not good, or ok, or fine. She's terrible. She can't stop the thoughts, she can't stop the swirling ideas. She can't even speak. The fear is constant, Never-ending. There is no escape, So she stops, Stops fighting, stops trying. Stops talking and sharing, in hope that the fear will stop. It never does. So, no. She's not fine. She's lost in a pitch black cave. She can never find her way out. So stop asking if she's fine. Stop asking if she's ok. She'll always say yes. But, she isn't fine. She isn't ok.