Life With Agrophobia

So agrophobia, A most ridiculous phobia, Illogical impractical and so unreasonable, The symptoms completely inconceivable, A fear so irrational like a fear of ones shadow, Although sciophobia is the fear of ones shadow, Both more ridiculous than the other what a phobia, Plagued by a confinement of my mind agrophobia Agrophobia a fear of leaving my home alone, I seemed to have lost my mind and backbone, The very thought of one step outside my front door, To even consider confuses me to my core, The fear is so hardcore its impossible to ignore, Sweating, perspiring, hyperventilating at the open door, Theres a world outside I'm dying to Theres a world out there I want to see and explore, For god sake I cant even pop round next door, I have lost the vigour of my mind, I'm a prisoner held by an intangible fear I'm confined, My four walls a cozy comforter my pacifier, A shelter from the danger being in the line of fire, The verbal gun fire, the glares that seem to transpire, Amplified whispers with direct pointed gestures The outdoors a magnified paranoid panoramic picture, Inclusive of the anxiety of potential social failure, All to consider if I make it outside the safety of my bunker, This is just another day in my world of agrophobia.