I'm paranoid, so paranoid
Nervousness I can't avoid
Always looking out behind me
So afraid someone will find me
In my soul a battle rages
Poems take up many pages
Instead of blood I have caffeine
I thrive on knowing what's unseen
I feel the eyes are on my back
They know my strengths and what I lack
I don't know who, I don't know when
But they will be back again
I fall asleep to songs of sorrow
Wondering if I'll live 'til tomorrow.

--Sparks