Dark Poetry for Dark People

Paranoia

I look and I laugh, and I laugh when I cry,

And that’s how my days always pass,

I look and I see, but I never know why,

The world is made of glass.

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My sticks break stones, they scratch the air,

And my heart collapses in,

All around me, the people stare,

When I smile my strange little grin.

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And I know they’re watching, they always are,

(My house needs thicker shades),

So when the lights go out, and the dark is far,

I hug my sharpened blades.