I sit alone inside my room,
around the paint of ugly.
Aware to me at all to soon,
wrap in my fears and snuggly.
Afraid to leave my room for fears,
of what may lie outside.
In the darkness of my room,
Is sit alone to hide.
Hide myself from breathing breaths,
expelled by those whom near to death.
I know from GOD here lies a test,
impossible for passing.
Some may say I'm paranoid,
but it is those I must avoid.
For they don't hear my head of noise,
thats driving me to madness.
If by chance they were to see,
all the fear raptures me.
They would take a lock and key,
and keep themselves away.
Locked inside a darkened room,
around the paint of ugly.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paranoia-18/
