Fidget

A bit on that panicky feeling I get when my anxiety acts up and what triggers it

The walls close in

Papers shuffling and students laughing

I feel closed out and closed in

Everything pounding in my head

A nervousness I just can't shake spreading

Deep in my veins

Something in my head deep inside

Pounding at my skull and longing to be free

It's hard to breathe

I should have stayed home so this 

This couldn't happen and I would be safe

My chest tightens and my eyes sting

Mind goes blank and it's hard to breathe

I hope I get a grip as I fidget

It's easier to move than to keep it all in

Fidget

It will be my saving grace

Author's Note

Meh, not that great but not horrible.

Reviews

[Chris]

First - don't put yourself down, others will do it for free so ya don't need to help them.

Second - what does "Great" have to do with didly? Did you get your point across? Did the readers LISTEN and "get it"? No one HAS to read our writings - they have to WANT to ...I read it aloud.

Good flow, not preachy, content matches your intent.

take care,
Chris

[RachelReaper]

I started to feel panicky just by reading this, which means.... GREAT JOB! I think it was the word "fidget" that made me feel, well, fidgety.

[Storm K.]

This is really good! The description of the growing anxiety is great, and it really draws you in. Well done, nice poem :)