You turned your home into a prison

You fear judging eyes so you've tried to stay hidden from the world. You've been cut by words so much that the scars still bleed the pain that it made you feel. You've been hiding away for so long that the comfort of your home has disapaited, and became a closterphobic prison of walls; Yet you still come up with every exscuse not to leave. You often sit in silience as your mind starts to drift off; taking you to your darkest nightmares and scenerios. Your brain starts to over-think, over-analyze and over exagerate. You heart starts racing convincing you that your scenerios are reasonable, but inside your soul is longing to be apart of the world that you've became so terrified of.