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Stare At The Road.

Talking_Pinata · 2008-05-09T00:17:12Z

NOTE TO READERS: This is a poem about my recent minor anxiety attack. I am slowly feeling the need to be diagnosed, but my mother doesn't believe in mental disorders, so I am unable to be perscribed for medication. I thought I'd share. I laugh, And smile. Oh no. Here comes another. Attack. Laughing, Gains a higher Pitch. Stomach flops and You wonder: Sick? No. Nervous. Try to slow that Pulse that Makes you Jitter. Breathe faster. Anxiety. I Want To Be Diagnosed. Can I sit Up front Where I can see The road? Watch it As the night Spins on. Stare at the road. Stare at the road. Stare. At. The. Road. Call your Friends to Take your mind Off the terror. Mind blanks. Don’t throw Up. You are now Getting sleepy. Very sleepy. Fall asleep, And wake up fine.