Paranoia

I feel a chill run up my spine,

As if someone's following me all the time.

I look around but see no one,

Yet the feeling persists, it can't be undone.

I tell my friends, but they don't see,

The way this feeling's affecting me.

They shrug it off and call me absurd,

Saying there's no one behind the curtain or on the curb.

But I know what I feel is real,

I feel their eyes upon me like a seal.

I turn around but no one's there,

It's like this presence is never-ending, unfair.

I wish they could feel what I feel,

So they could finally see what's surreal.

But until then, I'm left alone with the fear,

Wishing this shadow would just disappear.

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