Dread

Everything looks so clear

Too clear like a dream

Am I really here?

Here comes the racing heartbeat

The dizzy head

The fear of someone noticing

My mind is sceaming!

You are insane! Run!

Get out of here, call 911!

The shakes arrive

Hey, am I breathing?

I can't die here with all of these people

I need to run! Run!

I have to call 911!

I always knew this day would come

To the looney bin, my life is done!

Is someone looking?

Don't you dare cry, I can just run

Yes run! Pretend I have to pee!

Whoa is me, I cannot die here

Wait...I can focus

Maybe the straightjacket can wait

Until the next time...