Quickly

At noon, most people eat lunch. They aren’t hiding. At 12:30, they are heading back to their desks, and sighing heavily. I’m breathing too much. I’ll have a quick panic attack. With just the sounds of shuffling and teeth chattering. In here. A closet with a broom. A dark room, I am in. I’m as stoic as the broom, in this room. I could be eating. I used to like eating. At 12:35. Lunch is over. It’s time to punch back in. Punching in doesn’t make a sound. But it still wakes me up. Dull, eyes open, stirring. I had a quick panic attack. In a closet, ten feet from here. I wish I didn’t… Miss out on snacks in the breakroom- But I don’t have time, like I used to. I also wish I didn’t have panic attacks… I can barely type, I can barely sit right. I feel wild, and spinning, and adventurous! Keeping the secret another day. As hard as it is. Makes me feel scared. Makes me feel proud.