Please be away from me... I am habitual to hear barking dogs behind me... I have lot's of work to pay attention don't have time to listen them... So you can't get anything from me... Dear Panic, You're here all the time. You're like the dogs on the street who bark all the time. You're like the neighbour uncle who's always peeking. You're like the children who throw firecrackers at me. I resist you. I put earphones when you bark, I close the blinds when you look, I throw water at your childish behaviour that is a fire hazard. But I stay fighting with you, forgetting I have a life to go back to.
