Poetry Of A Borderline

i know they can hear me

In the stillness of the night, whispers linger in the shadows,
Paranoid thoughts weave a tangled web, a labyrinth of fear.
Every sound a sinister murmur, every glance a hidden meaning,
The mind a battleground of doubt, where truth disappears.

Visions of betrayal dance like specters in the dark,
Echoes of past wounds reverberate, haunting the present.
Every smile a mask, every silence a sinister plot,
Paranoia's grip tightens, a suffocating torment.

The world becomes a hall of mirrors, reflecting distorted images,
Faces contorted with malevolent intent, eyes filled with deceit.
Reason wanes as suspicion grows, a noose around the neck,
Lost in a maze of conjecture, where reality and illusion meet.

Yet in the midst of this storm, a flicker of light remains,
A whisper of rationality amidst the chaos of the mind.
To untangle the threads of paranoia, to find clarity in the fog,
Is to reclaim the power within, leaving fear behind.

So let the shadows fade, let the whispers die away,
Paranoid thoughts may linger, but they need not define.
In the heart's quiet sanctuary, truth and peace reside,
A refuge from the storm, a haven for the wandering mind.