Paranoid
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My paranoia recently has been so bad, it's making me go insane.
Or maybe I’m just faking it all.
See, that was a funny joke!
Or was it…
Every time now I come home
Her inviting eyes on me from the window.
Vibrations rise from her tiny throat,
calling for my attention, making me feel whole.
She is my greatest friend, who would never
It seems my eye
has caught
a stranger
Lurking in the dark
My eyes
may often lie
But i’m sure this time
I've been a member of Power Poetry for Three Years and Nine Months.
And I dont have a single poem on this website. Why? Because I'm paranoid
I didn’t believe I could watch without looking.
To hear as though deceit is authentic.
To be able to see what my mind feels while
staring at what is truly real.
Scenarios make their presence known in the
The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed.
Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders.
Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.
Im feeling all the fears
I feel dead inside
I need a pen and paper
and a thing of cyanide
Behind my smiles
My good deeds
My leadership
My love for others
Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me
Who seek my guidence
Behind all that i am
I am paranoid
Look beyond me
Look right through me
See the things
I have always seen
I am more than just
An object of lust
I am a powerful being
Ending the reign of kings
