I hear you whispering while I sleep,
While I watch television,
And while I'm with my friends.
I feel you when I'm sleeping,
When I'm reading,
And when I'm laughing.
Though you're never here in person,
I know you're watching me from a distance,
Or when you have your spies update on me.
I feel suffocated and confined,
Yet I enjoy the feeling that you'll always have my back.
Is that bad of me?
To enjoy your paranoia yet despise it at the same time?
I feel confused,
But I feel that it's natural.
Like it's natural for you to be paranoid about me,
Because you have my best interests and safety in mind.
My friends say it's not normal,
But what's normal about us?
They say it's wrong,
But you tell me that it's right.
How then am I to tell the difference between right and wrong,
When I'm with you?
