Author's Note: This is a short poem written about a girl named Tina that is phobic to everything and phobias themselves, hence the title. (Photophobia is the phobia of phobias.)
I’m
Tina
I’m
a phobic to all creepy crawly bugs
Tight
spaces give me anxiety
Bikes
and books make me itchy
The
pitter patter of rain against my skin gives me rage
I
can’t breathe if I stand above ground
The
sight of light makes my head spin
And
when I sleep my dreams scare me awake
Insanity
racks my brain
And there is no cure
It's eating me alive
And there is no cure
It's eating me alive
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