Suffocating

I’m surrounded by four walls. They've never felt this close before. It’s like if they’re moving, slowly closing in on me and as they approach. While the air inside decreases, anxiety takes over me, my breaths become quicker, my lungs ache. My first impulse would be to run, but I can’t, my feet glued to the floor because I must protect what’s between those walls. So I guess that puts me in a complicated position, torn between self-preservation and selflessness. Fight or flight. It would be so easy to just save myself but that’s not the right thing to do, I wouldn't feel good about that choice, I don’t want to live with those consequences. But if I stay then there’s so much fighting to do, pain to endure, burdens to carry. Sometimes I wish I didn't always go with the most difficult choice but if that was the case than I wouldn't be me, would I?