past twelve thirty
it all hits me
the air is stolen
my lungs are gasping
it comes harder
pounding on my mind
knocking me off my feet
my hands are shaking
i try to breathe
the truth is revealed
finally setting me free
the moment passes
my pulse slows down
the mask returns
i fade into the backround
my hearbeat normal
i'm like the rest again
as if it never happened
and the tears have already dried