The panic that bursts in me when I think of escape
I’m in my own home and I cannot leave
I stare out the window at the world passing by
If I go out the door there’s fresh air to breathe.
The panic attacks when I step out that door
Force me chasing back to my secure home
I’m lost in these mirrors of who I might be
What is my path and where do I belong.
Thinking I’m busily getting it wrong
Forgetting in total where I’ve really come from
What’s with the wishes thoughts don’t belong…
I need a fresh start.
Agoraphobia the flatsound of feeling
I’m in my own home that’s a prison cell
I breath on the window it smothers the view
This condition is a living hell.