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Array ( [sid] => 125453 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Breakdown. [time] => 2006-09-07 17:04:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sometimes, you think you’re going to snap.
You can’t explain why
And it’s nigh on impossible for anyone else to understand.
You try to pass it off
As just one of those bouts of nervousness,
Or simply silly neurosis,
But deep down you know it’s something more ingrained than that,
You’ve got the vomit stains on your shoes
Or trousers as proof.
It has no cause,
Not really.
Sometimes you can talk to her quite normally
As a friend,
And then those devils kick in.
Panic starts low down
Stomach churns.
A feeling of nausea swells your brain
And your eyes look frantically for an escape route.
But you know you mustn’t escape.
The desire to scream overwhelms you.
“This isn’t funny anymore”.
But it’s too late.
You feel your breakfast, lunch or tea on the move
Make your excuses
And leave.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 285 [topic] => 65 [informant] => faiton [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

Breakdown.

Contributed by faiton on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 05:04:45 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

Sometimes, you think you’re going to snap.
You can’t explain why
And it’s nigh on impossible for anyone else to understand.
You try to pass it off
As just one of those bouts of nervousness,
Or simply silly neurosis,
But deep down you know it’s something more ingrained than that,
You’ve got the vomit stains on your shoes
Or trousers as proof.
It has no cause,
Not really.
Sometimes you can talk to her quite normally
As a friend,
And then those devils kick in.
Panic starts low down
Stomach churns.
A feeling of nausea swells your brain
And your eyes look frantically for an escape route.
But you know you mustn’t escape.
The desire to scream overwhelms you.
“This isn’t funny anymore”.
But it’s too late.
You feel your breakfast, lunch or tea on the move
Make your excuses
And leave.

Copyright Â© faiton ... [ 2006-09-07 17:04:45]
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Re: Breakdown. (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Monday, 23rd October 2006 @ 05:52:10 AM AEST
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A wonderful, telling observation about impulses and social restraint. I have had these feelings too many times, and the physical distress is the distraction to avoid the social fau pax or 20-to-life.

Now that we've got that out of the way (disclosure-sharing-trust), let's talk about your childhood..........

S

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