Paranoid: A poem

Timid and silent
Apprehension doesnt equate violent
Thoughts twisted and confused
Are they referencing me on the evening news?
A great force sweeps my head
Life feels simulated, like I’m already dead
Everything and everyone I must avoid
You get tired when you’re paranoid

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