Fear
A Poem About PTSD From My Own Experiences
You wouldn't understand what it feels like,
To feel the fear,
Feel the panic;
Feel the shakes,
The sweats,
And,
The tears,
Whilst feeling excited in that crowd.
That one star,
I always wanted to see is still on that stage,
My eyes are glued to him;
Though I'm terrified.
Fireworks flare,
They are everywhere,
People, they cheer;
When I freeze,
They stop and stare.
Tears roll down my face,
My eyes dart;
I'm looking for the trauma,
Before the show starts.
I fake a smile,
I let out a cheer,
Though, I don't want the crowd to see me here.
My knees are weak,
My heart is trembling,
Its OK;
It's dark,
They can't see me.
The show has ended;
I make my way out,
Head down in embarrassment,
Shame becomes my cloud.
My heart beats fast,
Every bone shakes;
I fake a smile,
I act as if nothing happened.
I rush to the door,
I can't wait to get out;
I can hear my breathing in my ears.
I'm finally outside,
But, I can't walk anymore;
I know I've had a panic attack,
Though they all ignore.
It's a thing I hide,
Because you all shame me,
Happiness is a mask
Because you act as if I'm crazy.
You wouldn't understand my past.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
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