The Raging Storm of Paranoia

I repeat lyrics in my head, singing

“sometimes to stay alive

you gotta kill your mind.”

They’re right.

But I can’t.

Not if it kills me first.

Worry has an iron fist,

punching me in the gut,

knocking wind from reason,

and busting my lip

gushing anxieties with blood.

Beaten and bruised, I utter

They’re watching me,

Talking about me.

Paranoia rages on.

Tornadoes in my skull.

I can’t shake the feeling

Can you silence the screams?

My mind is so loud.

You always hide

what the sick friend already knows.

Your yells say you’re fine

While your whispers say otherwise.

So tell me, my friend:

What are you hiding from me?

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

Ohh yea. I like it girl. It reminds me of the song"keep your eyes open"- taylor swift.the metaphorrsss usedd here are reaally brilliant.This is something new from you..not paranormal. But provoking!! My thoughts... :) keep writing girl
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~Sophy

[Harmartia Poe]

Thanks so much girl :)

[BrookeValerio]

I really, really, really love this. I so needed this right now.

[Harmartia Poe]

Thanks Brooke :) This means a lot.

[Edward Lancheister]

i like flow of the poem, well written with common words that use leave with a question. that good

[Harmartia Poe]

Thank you :)

[Edward Lancheister]

your welcome :)