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 place
I’m lost in these mirrors of who I might be
I don’t even take a chance at a gaze.
I’m going forward I think sometimes
Not being realized is a getting it
Giving up all that I see as mines
Should I work out to forgetting it…
Locked up inside is too true
Locked up inside is me and you
You can evolve into what you can do…
Locked up inside to me it’s too true.
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.