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Another agoraphobia poem, though this one's more about the opening up after agoraphobia and letting people in. Also-about posting things online. Like right now.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 113 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-22-06 - id: 2198219
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I have opened my doors to the public
I have admitted to feelings impure
I have fallen and I am broken
When will this torture end?
Did I ask, when I walked past,
For all of this foolish pretend
Did I beseech to never mend?
Oh! No truth behind these eyes
No secret meaning cleverly guised
Must I ask, must I beg
To know my own failure of fate
I have opened my doors to the public
I have admitted I am not only alone
But also I am lonely
And yet when they come through
They may stop, and they see
But the public I admired
They don't care about me
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