I suffer from Agoraphobia, I'm afraid of open spaces.
I never leave my house, I don't go to other places.
When I try to go out, I feel faint and it gets hard to breathe.
I have to go back to my house immediately, I can't leave.
I haven't left my house in over twenty years.
When I think of what I've missed, it drives me to tears.
My sister told me to get some help and she really did insist.
Now at 4 P.M. on every Friday, I get visited by my therapist.
Sadly, many other people know how I feel.
This is no laughing matter, it's a terrible ordeal.
I hope that my therapist can help me and I'll be able to go outdoors very soon.
If that does happen, I'll be so happy and thankful, I will be over the moon.
(Even though this poem is fictional, it's a reality for some people.)