Paranoia

by xToBeWithYoux   Mar 7, 2009


Angry stares burn my back.
Crazy eyes flicker
from side to side.
Like this. Flick.

Whipping around, forget the cat.
Curiosity has found a new victim.
No stares, or laughter, or anything.
Just the ghosts of my sorrow.

Whispers of my name as I pass.
A pause, sniggers, someone coughing.
Drowning myself in my pity;
Continue, head bowed.

Shaking hands end my arms,
divided by scars of better times.
"She's different. Look at her wrists."
Maybe the voices in me head are right

This time. Or maybe it's those girls again.
Teenage giggles ring in my ears.
Curse this paranoia,
I can't take this any more!

Keys in the ignition,
joyriding holds no joy tonight.
Ice cold water greets me
as I plunge to my death.

A final prayer, to you, Lord.
I beg, make this end.
Let me live a quiet death.
Just please, stop the voices.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Saving Grace

    Woahh. Intense. I really like it, like the above comment, you have really captured and portrayed paranoia and how it would feel. Youve done a really good job here. Really sad and kinda creepy in a way. But a really excellent write. 5/5 for suree.

  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    I thought this was indeed very sad and scary. I want to think that this was just a poem that you wrote, not how you are feeling. You seem to have captured all to real how paranoia would feel. This was an excellent write, flow is good. 5/5

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