Claustrophobia

The house I was born had rooms all fairly large. not until with my heart torn I migrated to the great barge of this gruesome metro that I realised to my dismay that I am claustrophobic. Here in this apartment which they tell me, is a flat, the rooms are so small that, I have a tough time living in them night and day for I am claustrophobic! I just tried to console my grieving heart with some philosophy on my part ‘the earth such tiny a place, crowded with men over seven billion enclosed within the sky's roof so low, still you're okay out in the open, but once inside you say you are claustrophobic? ' My stupid heart won't listen inside the ‘flat' its beats would hasten as if it's eager to leave my rib-cage; Is it, too, claustrophobic?