I'm sick to the stomach <br />and shakin´ to the core <br />Tryin´ to calm down a bit <br />makes me feel worse than before <br /> <br />My eyes are shut <br />my hands are fisted <br />I'm trapped in someone <br />so warped and twisted <br /> <br />My thoughts are circling <br />around a world that just ain't fair <br />My body feels strange <br />like I'm not really there <br /> <br />My pulse rate is racing <br />feels like my heart's gonna burst <br />But still the more I'm strugglin´ <br />the more it's gettin´ worse <br /> <br />Panic's come to conquer me <br />and I got nowhere to hide <br />Once I give myself in to it <br />it's gonna stay by my side <br /> <br />But what's the point in fighting it <br />when I know I'm bound to lose? <br />I'm just not in the position <br />to do what I choose <br /> <br />And so my thoughts keep circlin´ <br />so fast it'd make any head spin <br />I'm just sick of the feeling <br />that hope has failed again<br /><br />jools England<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-panic-comes-to-conquer-me/
