The room is too big and too full. You become an echo chamber. The pound of the pulmonary hitting your eardrum with every heartbeat setting the pace for your diaphragm. Trying to breathe out slows causes your breath to stutter and men don’t cry. Keep calm and carry on. Get out of here. You have to go. Something came up. What? A series of improvised lies. They’re all mind readers and know you’re lying, you’re different. Why do so many people have to move their cars? Drive to the closest empty parking lot and hide behind what ever building is there. Breath please breath. No not those thoughts. Tired of them all. Men don’t cry, a real man would just put himself down.