Poetry Of A Borderline

paranoia

In the shadows of my mind, they lurk,
Paranoid thoughts, like shadows that irk.
Whispers of doubt, seeds of fear,
Twisting reality, drawing near.

A web of suspicion, spun with care,
Entangling thoughts in a dark despair.
Every whisper, every glance,
Fueling the flames of the paranoid dance.

Invisible eyes that watch and judge,
A mind consumed by an endless grudge.
Every silence, every sound,
Echoing fears that tightly bound.

Conspiracies woven in the dead of night,
Imagined threats, a relentless plight.
A mind at war with unseen foes,
Lost in the labyrinth where fear grows.

But in the midst of the turbulent storm,
A glimmer of hope, a light that's warm.
Courage to challenge the shadows within,
To separate truth from the paranoid din.

For in the heart of the darkest night,
Lies the strength to stand and fight.
To unravel the web of paranoid schemes,
And awaken from the haunting dreams.

So I face the shadows with steady gaze,
Confronting the fears that seek to craze.
In the light of truth, I find my way,
Free from the grip of paranoid dismay.