Paranoia is such an evil thing
it didn't take me long to realize I was paranoid
I walk the streets and look behind me every now and then, searching for that "person" following me
I sit in a room full of people and try to figure out who's calling my name in this utter silence
I hate darkness
I squint my eyes trying to figure out who's hiding in the shadows and staring right at me
I cover myself from head to toe hoping this person won't drag me down my bed
I have to sleep with some source of light on
Otherwise,
My mind plays games on me
No, not the fun ones, I assure you
some man standing right above me getting ready to strangle me
or a woman sitting in my closet creepily staring at me
My mind loves playing games on my paranoid self
It enjoys it, maybe a little too much.
But can I blame it?
Paranoid me is a funny sight .
