Paranoia

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There is something wrong with me
My mind is never at ease
It races like a bullet train
Irrational thoughts in my brain

They think I'm wrong, they think I'm a freak
My insecurity has reached its peak
Why do they ignore me when I need something
Pain and annoyance must really be the only thing I bring

I'm screaming inside
To what I feel they really are blind
It's no joke when I say I hate myself
I bottle up my feelings and put them on the shelf

But just forget this like I bet you want to forget my existence
Try to help me but I'll just show my unwilling resistance
It's alright, so don't feel troubled for me
My veneer of happiness will be all you see

This paranoia is all I know 

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