One To Conceal

I left my flat to get a paper
Panic is striking me down
My Mum could’ve easy bought it later
But I’m one of those lost and found.

I’m in the middle of a trauma and I find no escape
The agoraphobic invasion is haunting again
I walked out the door and my brain is out of shape
How is it worked out so complex yet plain.

I think I need to understand more
We’re getting broken who can ignore
I’m one of those that tries to heal
I’m tired of being a one to conceal.
I need to work out where is it I’m going
I think what I’m doing I’m not really knowing
Whatever I do I try to feel
I’m tired of being a one to conceal.

I can’t go out but I always will try
I’m questioning the prison mentality
Then after a minute I feel I will die
I’m closed in my flat and that’s reality.