My paranoia

My Paranoia

It starts with a small thought

and it slowly grows

and it seems silly

that I do know

I stand at the mirror

Starring at my refection

But I do not see myself

I do not have any recognition

I feel I am at a window

and I am peering in

And what I see inside the room

Lets my paranoia begin

I feel that I am trapped

In a bloody cage

I feel I am being prodded with a stick

And that fills me with rage

I avoid people

For fear that they will talk

I then wonder if there will be gossip

Then I will sit and watch like a hawk

I stand at the mirror

Looking at a mark on my face

Wondering what it might be

And worry myself

And for illness I would brace

I get so paranoid

That I will disappear up the bush

I would sit for hours

Hoping people would not come looking

And feel like I am being pushed

Sometimes I get the feeling

People do things to make me hurt

But I know deep down

that this completely inert

I am lucky though with medication

That this doesn’t happen very much

For thankfully now my paranoia

Is for me hardly ever touched