Paranoia
Chills running through your spine
Leaving you wondering
Looking over your shoulder
Is someone watching you?
Afraid of the possibilities
That have been shown
That may
Or may not be there
Creatures ready to strike
Murderers with sharpened knives
Spirits who taunt or protect
Paranoia
Fear presented
As words on a page
By a writer
with their devices
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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