I wake up
The feeling of distraught standing bold upon my head
The constant fear, that I am perhaps being deceived
Paranoia, written all over me like a notebook
Seemingly void of emotions, an attempt at not being noticed
The crave to not be noticed but constantly seeking attention
My mind doesn't stop, words shooting out
All I can do is stand and try to focus
But I can't
It's as if my mind was a tornado but rather than picking up homes and other things
It picks up thoughts of paranoia, thoughts of despair
It always makes me think, am I the crazy one
Or are they