Paranoia

A poem all about suffering from paranoia

I can’t look in the windows,

 I can’t look in the mirrors,

I can’t seem to hide,

 From my deepest fears.

Every time I turn around,

my mind becomes corrupt,

Deceiving me to the point,

where my body tends to freeze up.

Many people describe it,

as a mental sickness,

Its not fun at all,

 Paranoia is sick and twisted.

 

I peek around every corner,

I cringe at every sound,

Hugging my pillow tighter,

I pull the curtains down.

When I fall asleep,

it crawls into my dreams,

Taking away the safety net,

Devouring me with its dark beams.

In the shower I peak out,

expecting to see pure evil,

Reaching out to grab me,

a million billion people.

And so I lay herein the darkness,

living in fright,

Of every little thing,

                                that goes bump in the night.

Author's Note

This isn't a current writing. I wrote this about 2 years ago

Reviews

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Nice descriptive poem of feeling intense paranoia.
"And so I lay herein the darkness," forgot the space between here and in.
I really enjoyed reading this and picturing windows and curtains and the way that your body might freeze up in fear of something that is not there.
The only think that stops me from loving this poem are the last two lines because they are kind of cliche. I know that you can be more original than a phrase that we are all so familiar with.
Nice work though!