Whispers of the Soul

Psychotic Disorder

Eyes Everywhere

In the crowded room, a silent throng,
The air thick with whispers, the pulse of the wrong.
I feel them behind me, the eyes that don't blink,
A thousand stares piercing, deep thoughts to think.

Shadows elongate, stretching across the floor,
Each footstep echoing like a knock at the door.
I glance to the left, a flicker of doubt,
Is someone observing, or am I just worn out?

The clock ticks too loud, a rhythm unkind,
Time slows to a crawl, my heart intertwined.
Anxiety dances, a waltz in my chest,
With every breath caught, I'm feeling the stress.

I navigate life with a cloak of suspicion,
Believing each gaze holds a hidden intention.
Every passerby seems to know my despair,
As if they are sentries, just waiting to stare.

The sunlight feels harsh, an interrogation bright,
Illuminating corners where shadows take flight.
Every laugh is a jab, every whisper a blade,
In this theater of watchers, my sanity swayed.

Conversations unravel; I grasp for the thread,
But each word feels empty, my mind filled with dread.
In cafés and streets, I count every glance,
Wondering if they plot or merely enhance.

I'm caught in a web of perception and fright,
Reality bends under this suffocating light.
Each smile is a riddle, each nod feels so loud,
In this cacophony of judgment, I'm lost in the crowd.

Even in solace, the shadows won't cease,
They cling to my thoughts, robbing me of peace.
I try to escape, yet they follow me near,
A haunting reminder, they're always right here.

Yet somewhere within, a flicker remains,
A whisper of truth beneath all the chains.
Not every glance is a dagger, not every eye seeks,
Perhaps it's the echoes of my own inner peaks.

So I breathe through the panic, acknowledge the strain,
Know that the watchers are woven in pain.
For though I may feel their unyielding embrace,
I'm learning to find strength in this vast, empty space.

In the eyes that surround me, I'll search for the kind,
A mirror reflecting the thoughts in my mind.
And as I reclaim my footing, my stride,
I'll break free from the shadows, no longer to hide.