As she sits by the window 

Watching people goes by

She envy how they just 

comfortably passes by

There’re people who are jogging

There’re ones who are walking really fast

as if they are in a hurry to get somewhere

The ones who are walking slow without a 

care in the world.

She wishes she could do those simple things

all these people are doing

Whenever she tries to leave her house,

as soon as she’s close to the door,

her legs give out and her heart start to 

pound, as if it’s going to jump out of her chest

Every time she tries to step out of her house,

 the same thing happens

She hope and wish one day she’ll be able

To conquer her fear.