Panic disorder

You can be forgiven,
but for me,
concrete walls will scream
and shake angry slab fingers
in a tragic collapse
from the weight of my fault

under a sickening light of shame

revealing me 

outwardly unscathed

undeserving of pity
carpet-called, right now!
reprimanded angrily
subject of dark disappointment
You unfit oddball
You don’t belong!
See, right here

you forgot something. 


BK