Anxiety

It's a wash of swirling colors,
of unbearable noises...

A feeling of unfettered panic that crushes me
like a can between two ever-pressing hands

I can't breathe. I can't. I just can't. Can't
Can't
Can't

It's all crushing me. It's all pushing me.
And I'm hiding, but you can still see me.
But you wont even look at me.