Phobias

While hanging out at a coffee shop with a friend, I was reading an art magazine when a picture of a poem came to view. The title caught my eyes and i began to read. I even took a picture with my friend's camera. The poem hit me like a thousand knives. It exactly speaks how I feel when I am in a crowd: alone, scared and conscious. Then I thought, maybe I have Agoraphobia. Or fear of open/public places.