Moved Left No Forwarding Address Poem by Patti Masterman

I can get Claustrophobe
From a single diode
Winking at my eye
What's my reason why?

The world points its finger
It's horns; it's stinger
I've tripped a switch
The neurons now twitch

My life is a book
They all want to look
And rip out my pages
And stomp them in rages

The world is too close
And it has a loud voice
So just let me hide
In my closet, inside

Don't open that door:
I don't live here no more.