I'm Stuck

From every sound that I make
My hearth leaps with fear
From the things that you might say
Or the eye that will turn my way
My door is closed for a reason
I don't even wanna leave
When I have a reason, then again,
I don't wanna get judged for eating
So nevermind... sounds like I'm never leaving.

This poem is about: 
Me

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