Poetry

This past week we did a lot of poetry in class and here are the two I ended up turning in. The truth is poem is from someones anonymous truth in the classroom and the other one is about panic attacks.

Truth Is...

I get annoyed when people talk to me
Because their swirling words never stop
I hate the way it sounds in my head
Truth is, I just want to drop

Their words get mixed up in my mind
I can't tell what they're saying
It's all too much for me to bear
Truth is, my confidence is swaying

"Hello?" they call, "Are you listening?" they ask,
My panic is coming on quick
But I gather it all, and answer their questions
Truth is, I just want to seem slick

I'm in agony, as the conversation continues
Their words are always nipping at my heels
I muzzle their words as I walk away
Truth is, they can't bite without given a meal

As I shut it all out, things are quiet again
Today, my battle is won
I don't dare turn around and face anyone else
Truth is, when it comes to talking, I'm done




Panic

It lurks deep in my spine
and slithers through my veins
waiting for the perfect moment
to bite at my brain

It doesn't care what I'm doing
or where I am
regardless it strikes
with a bone chilling slam

My throat closes
and as I'm gasping for breath,
this serpent of sorrow
begins to feel a lot like death

But soon it lets go
and slides slowly away
I'm left with the reminder
that's the third time today