Between the icy stare of fear most share.
The ladder up leads down to pure despair.
Each look we dare to share,
it's ugly head the mouth the tounge,
leads back to misty thoughts.
The rabbit on the track is chased by rabbid dogs.
Some can not recall the finish line,
or where it starts.
A threat to others is the key to how you treat,
your brother or a sister when you knew.
From it's birth you struggled with the truth.
You lied your whole life through.
The secret of your past your mother knew.
Now the demon's from the past,
have taken hold of you.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paranoia-29/
