trauma

i close my eyes when all I want is to cry deep breaths, this is not death My body shakes, it feel like an earthquake think of the smell, what can you tell? Is it sweet or rather bitter like the taste in your mouth, Keep calm, we don't want all the eyes upon us It's clear they'll judge with their eyes and their mouths What can I say, other than don't see my pain For my pain is my weakness and it's my little secret So, please turn around I cannot bare your eyes as I struggle not to cry , the weight on my chest is too much , I'm gonna crash Now I sit here and wonder do I stay or do I go? Is it death or just an anxiety attack-