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Phobic Profusion
There’s too much crime going on outside and people will always let it slide
I told you I was fine but I had lied—when I told you such things, it was my pride
And pride I damn with every breath for now I’m stuck in here to hide
To hide I’m tied and tied I speak of when I tell you I’ll stay inside
Agoraphobia.
And while I’m here I still do fear that look I dread in every mirror
And as time flies it’s still not clear why I can’t hold my reflection dear
Cover them all so I can’t leer into to my own reflection near
For that echo I can’t hear is sheer and haunts me so in every mirror
Catoptrophobia.
Yet I cannot bear the time to tock—that time I see on every clock
With every tick it’s like a knock a steady rock against my heart to mock
So I take them down, every clock and throw them in a safe to lock
Too far away to mock and tock and spares me from that horrid shock
Chronophobia.
To look up I would never dare—I dread to see what’s hiding there
I cannot stare I will not glare at what is waiting up in the air
The slightest thought I spare to care for looking up is quite a scare
Anablephobia
To my chair I am bound—I refuse to ever walk around
Confound I am from walking sound profound panic stricken steps are wound
Bound to fall into the ground at such a thought my heart does pound
Ambulophobia
Phobia I’m a phobic in concession this is my fear filled confession
Depression is in session without a question and yet I slip into regression
Fear I fear in obsession leaving me in such oppression
Phobophobia
I can’t stand it anymore, my insanity I can’t ignore
To pick the knife up off the floor—and cannot lose my mind much more
To end the madness I implore petrified to the core and this fear of insanity I account for
Agateophobia
My wrists I slit and the skin did split the room grew very dimly lit
And with my last wit I did admit my fear of dying did submit
Death scared me quite a bit and because of it my heart gave a futile fit
Necrophobia.
Mandy O’Brien
There’s too much crime going on outside and people will always let it slide
I told you I was fine but I had lied—when I told you such things, it was my pride
And pride I damn with every breath for now I’m stuck in here to hide
To hide I’m tied and tied I speak of when I tell you I’ll stay inside
Agoraphobia.
And while I’m here I still do fear that look I dread in every mirror
And as time flies it’s still not clear why I can’t hold my reflection dear
Cover them all so I can’t leer into to my own reflection near
For that echo I can’t hear is sheer and haunts me so in every mirror
Catoptrophobia.
Yet I cannot bear the time to tock—that time I see on every clock
With every tick it’s like a knock a steady rock against my heart to mock
So I take them down, every clock and throw them in a safe to lock
Too far away to mock and tock and spares me from that horrid shock
Chronophobia.
To look up I would never dare—I dread to see what’s hiding there
I cannot stare I will not glare at what is waiting up in the air
The slightest thought I spare to care for looking up is quite a scare
Anablephobia
To my chair I am bound—I refuse to ever walk around
Confound I am from walking sound profound panic stricken steps are wound
Bound to fall into the ground at such a thought my heart does pound
Ambulophobia
Phobia I’m a phobic in concession this is my fear filled confession
Depression is in session without a question and yet I slip into regression
Fear I fear in obsession leaving me in such oppression
Phobophobia
I can’t stand it anymore, my insanity I can’t ignore
To pick the knife up off the floor—and cannot lose my mind much more
To end the madness I implore petrified to the core and this fear of insanity I account for
Agateophobia
My wrists I slit and the skin did split the room grew very dimly lit
And with my last wit I did admit my fear of dying did submit
Death scared me quite a bit and because of it my heart gave a futile fit
Necrophobia.
Mandy O’Brien
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