Paranoia

by Mel   Jun 28, 2006


A new surrounding
my heart is pounding
vision focuses clear
one of my biggest fears
what will they think
with my face turning pink?
My words start stuttering
what are they muttering?
Senses awakening
hands are shaking
I'm going to burst
this feeling is the worst
the beat still pacing
my mind, it's racing
they are one...
but I am NONE.

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