My Phobia of Living

I cower before life's sonorous bells
I'm nineteen and full of melancholia
Have no fear mama repeatedly tells

She talks of a world where happiness dwells
She assures a hard-earned cornucopia
I cower before life's sonorous bells

My childhood feels locked in pink prison cells
I get no lift from her apologia
Have no fear mama repeatedly tells

It makes no serious sense, my heart yells
This nice world, this excellent dystopia
I cower before life's sonorous bells

When I take in the loud world my heart swells
Most times with a fangled kind of phobia
I cower before life's sonorous bells
Have no fear mama repeatedly tells