Monophobia vs. Agoraphobia

Isabella Santoro

Photo by Isabella Santoro

Anchor Staff Writer

These blue walls are constant

Constant reminder of who I’m not

Of the despair that settles in these bones

And I’m left wondering why I feel so alone

Faces staring back at me, eyes straining

Go see my horrified expressions

To witness the terror that unfolds inside

That which it as exposed as it could be

I’m drained after smoking too fake

And losing my control as I’m with myself always

Slipping under the weight of pleasantries

And crushed with the reminder of solitude

Running into a face that lives in my mind

And running away when the vulnerabilities show

Screaming into a screen of traffic

And rushing to get back to those blue walls