Unable to conjure clear words
Let alone a clever line to describe...

...I could try to tell of the panic I feel
It’s pounding away at my chest cavity
Competing with these involuntary breaths
The panic is reaching up, and clinging in fear to the poles of my mouth
Drawing them down to this permanent expression of sullen dimness

The day’s work was strangely satisfying, but panic pestered me still
I tried to drown out her whining with a recently selected song-list
Then the battery died and we were left together in awkward silence
There I forgot where I was, and for what
Because of her, I almost let the team down

Panic, she doesn’t offer any good to us
Right now, she’s screaming inside me
With a temper no man can tame
I don't know what she needs
She's unable to speak