Panic

Why are the smallest things,
causing me so much pain?

Why do I suddenly feel
like I stepped in front of a train?

Why do I feel like the harder I work,
the less that I gain?
It drives me insane.

Why am I going against the grain,
I don't think I can handle the strain,
Why are these emotions, something I cannot explain,
I'm reaching desperately for something I don't think I can obtain.
I'm a broken man, standing alone, inside a hurricane,
And I feel like when it's done with me, nothing will remain.