Slinking through the crowd.
Voices jumbled, colors loud.
Walls are compacting, now closing.
Mannequins imposting.
Staring and over beating.
Fleeing through molasses.
Twisting turning, there go my glasses.
Stopping, thrown through a loop.
Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.
Boxed in, can’t breathe.
Panic stricken, need to leave.
Thoughts racing,
Legs bracing.
Tear stricken cheeks.
Worst in weeks.
Crumpled on the floor,
Can’t take it anymore.
Slow as it was fast,
Fear subsided at last.
Another trip; ends in sorrow.
Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.
One Regular Dad 
Love the last line after I read it I said it out loud myself and damn that felt good!! 😊👍
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Yeah, I always try to remind myself to take it day by day.
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I have to tell myself the same thing and I thought you expressed it well and I loved your poem 😊 and it made me laugh at the end and also made say with enthusiasm!! I will remember that line now
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Glad you enjoyed it, and that I could give you a new line, lol.
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You sure did!! Lol 👍🤣
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i really enjoyed this!
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Glad to hear it.
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I could *feel* this through your words – awesome!
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Thank you so much. That’s always the goal.
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My heart was racing as the panic in the poem grew. Very well written!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Just checking, but is it about fear of crowded areas. Because my heart was racing too. I feel like that during market days…
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I get panic attacks and have social anxiety. So I was trying to convey that in its rawest form.
But yes the crowds are one big proponent of this.
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It is very difficult to put yourself out there for all to judge. You have done that beautifully!
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