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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