Hostage Poem by Under A Microscope

I'm a hostage in my own home,
afraid that one look might send me too far.
Afraid that one stare might see through my soul and
to be judged, oh to be judged is worse than death to me,
to this mind that thinks of nothing else but to be looked upon
as a monster.
Not comfortable in my own skin i pretend to be anything and
everything I am not. I run at the sight of a person coming in
or out.
Who are you? what do you want? why are you here?
I'm not right you see, I'm 'crazy'. Or am I? am I really
that insane that I don't understand what this is. This cage
that feels like a safe haven to me. My torment and my
pleasure all at once.
My only escape is through that door so I run, I run but only make
it so far. These chains pull me back with a jolt of self-
consciousness, of fear, and of not knowing what is out there.
Out there this world that is so new to me I've only seen it from
my window and even that is too much.
But I shall not be afraid no more, I shall step out and
whatever is waiting I will not make it wait any longer.
I was once an agoraphobic but today I am not.