Sweet Paranoia…


Hearing aid
Hearing aid (Photo credit: Soitiki)

I’m fit to burst and starved of air…
My head is spinning under your innocent glare…
My mind is a mess, a blur of time…
This wasn’t a poem, but its starting to rhyme…
I’m gonna explode, the clock is ticking…
The light’s reflecting and the mud is sticking…
My stomach is burning with gallons of bile…
I so wanna die but I must smile…
I’m in a forest, I’m the only tree…
SO WHY THE HELL ARE THEY STARING AT ME…??!
Do I look strange…? Do I act odd…?
Then avert your eyes…. oh my god…!
Am I hearing you right…? You talking about me…?
You can’t see me for looking, how sick can you be…?!
I’m totally sober, but mentally drunk…
I’m still courting rebellion like a burned-out punk…
I’ve been the loneliest person, because of the fear…
Its sweet paranoia, do I make myself clear…?

Published by RubIxSKube

Complex individual... card-carrying goth/mosher/metalhead. Writer of poems and lyrics inspired by life and compassion... through depression and pain, I see with a clearer eye... I let music and poetry become my bullets to fight off my demons. I'm beautiful as a car crash, as leaves without their trees... but I'm imperfect perfection baby -- unique, disturbing... me! ;) Be inspired, be an inspiration... and most of all, believe...* Guns

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