Building

It's like I'm in a fun house. Specifically I'm in a hall of mirrors. The one were you can't find your way out and you're bumping into yourself in a sort of frenzied panic, face flushing. Or a maze where walls keep popping in front of you. You can feel your heart racing and the levels of unfriendly adrenaline rise in you like a tempest. I think that's a Zelda game. Where wherever you walk a wall appears. You can't go anywhere. And all at once you raise your arms up in exasperation and desperation; it's choking you like smoke. All you can do is scream but it's awfully strained, like breathing a last pathetic yelp.
Nothing you do seems to work.
Everything you do is wrong.
So all you can hope for is the knot in your stomach that's creating intense nausea will loosen, although you've tied it quick and true. And maybe after collapsing in a puddle of tears, your cheeks will dry and the stress of the moment well be over. Then you can calmly sift your way through the mirrors slowly sidestep the rising walls.
Like a riddle that confuses, one day it won't take so much stress to figure it out.