PARANOiA I wrote this at a time when I felt trapped and alone..almost a stranger in my own body. Hence, the paranoia aspect. Written July 2, 2002.

Paranoia

I hug myself close tonight,
Watching the bugs crawl around me.
I shift my eyes around
And stare at the faces on the wall.
They mock me, their teeth gnashing,
Their eyes red and chilling.
The voices in my head come back,
Taunting me with their words:
"Silly child! Always the fool,"
"You're stupid to love him,"
"Worthless is what YOU are,"
"Pathetic, stupid, HORRIBLE!"
The tears stream down my face
And the fear consumes me.
I rock back and forth,
Trying to rid myself of this torment.
"NO!" I scream, gripping my head.
"NOT TONIGHT! NOT THIS TIME!"
I shudder and shake,
Sweat dripping down my cold face.
Soon, the voices drift off,
Only a scream in their memory.
I sigh and lay down to sleep.
Safe until the morning.

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