Paranoia


So full of self,
So full of myself.
Worry
Worried beyond anything I've ever known.
Wondering
If a truth even exists anymore
Would they save me,
Would they not.
Would they tell others,
I was great, I was lovely
I was nice, I would be missed
Or would they stay silent
And in a matter of no time
I would be deleted from their memories.
They have their opinions,
And I have mine
Mine,
I fear,
Are so inescapable
So corrupt
Petrified,
I'm drowning.
I tried, and I'm trying.
But my tries,
They all fail,
My head loves to tell me.

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