(Listen to, Paranoia on main street by Demi the Daredevil)
Why do I see
All those red eyes?
Watching, stalking
Always judging
Talking, talking
In my head it's annoying
Hallucinations?
Or is it just paranoia?
Why do I hear my name
Being called
When I'm all alone
And it's cold?
I'll drown my demons
In poems and proses
Or I'll be dancing
The borderline of psychosis.
-If we're eccentric, you're the radar.
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
PoetryPoetry, and perhaps even a playlist A Song to go with each poem. I would love it if you left a comment!
