i used to think that i was paranoid
and that everyone was after me
avoiding places where i could have been murdered
and people i couldn’t see
i used to think that i was paranoid
and that all this was in my head
then i thought that’s just what they want me to think
that; and to see me dead
i used to think i was paranoid
and that this was just another illusion
and they knew everything they needed to know
i was being smothered by my own delusion
i used to think i was paranoid
i’d like to know who told you i was
all this time on clouded bearings
how did i get so lost?
i used to think i was paranoid
i laid this trap in which i was caught
most of this is just smoke and mirrors
bloated trails of bad thought
every bump in the night
a not so silent assassin
every second guessed fading fright
self-fulfilling passion fashion
everyone was looking at me
and they knew that i knew
the air around them filled with inane speech bubbles
as the fever inside me grew
now i’m paranoid of my paranoia
and i’m annoyed so yeah
trying to sort out the ifs and buts
the who said what, when and where?
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Welcome to my new series, a weekly blog on what’s inspiring me. I spent much of last week in bed with a stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details of that—but in addition to the grotesque physical symptoms, I had some fever dreams I won’t soon forget. Imagine my surprise to see Vocal’s newest challenge: Write a fiction story about a recurring dream or nightmare.
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Comments (3)
This was so freaking relatable and it doesn't help with ny overthinking skills. Loved your poem!
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean you’re wrong! Well done!
I’m super paranoid about everything so this was right up my alley! “i’d like to know who told you i was” 😆👏 This part made me laugh.