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alexis Apr 9
I get paranoid after throwing up my fears the night before, intoxication comes easy when you’re lost in the worries of not being enough. The whispering from my nightmares become real, their faces distort in disgust when they look at me and the weight of terror eats me alive.
Jessica Oge Feb 9
This smoke screen
A ruse to throw me off
This staunch scent
I can barely breathe
Words fail me
Paranoid and wary
Oh, how easily i'm deceived

Like a sucker to the yellow kid,
I'm enthralled in this illusion
You conceal your intentions artfully,
A gracious gift
You beguile me
I'm helpless to your control
Oh, how easily i'm deceived

Your front is peace-loving
Yet, i know no peace
and love has eluded me
Neither impatient nor angry
But this rod on my neck tells a different story
Still, your smile charms me
Oh, how easily i'm deceived

The role naive suits you
A befitting cloak for your bland tales
An unrepentant rogue
Harmless and banal
You lure me
Oh, how easily i'm deceived.
certain humans are graced in the art of deceit
PallGally Dec 2020
As the time Ticks quickly, leaving me behind
Situations I would hate always came to mind
White noise chased me even in my dreams
A parasite eating my mental stability.

I ran and ran till I was out of breath
but I knew I cant escape reality, I don't know what's coming next
I want to ask for help but there's nothing to say
the only one who could help me is myself anyways

to think I myself is the cause of this torture
many sleepless nights and fearful slumber
thoughts ran, repeatedly whispering
"you should say I love you before sleeping"

I'm concerned and confused for feeling like this
there really isn't a good reason why
I grew up healthy, and I really didn't have a problem
but I still ended up getting tied
I am scared for my Life and
Our Oath will keep both of us
Safe till I build orphanages,
old people's homes and
till our songs gets Grammies, B.E.Tz and
a special place on the internet!

I decree
All Poets, Musicians, Artists and Listeners are Prophets if not Prophetic!
Alien Nov 2020
I mustn’t speak
or the monsters will creep
I must’ve bled
they sent vultures to keep
I wish i could speak
about what my mind leaks
bury my eyes under my cheeks
they sneak a creak
i am too scared to peek
i wish i could speak
of all that i fear
but my voice i cant hear
and so i disappear
theres a knock at the door
my heart hits the floor
my back against the wall
i still feel someone behind
there is someone in my mind
this room'ss key i can't find
everyone lied,
i must hide
the flower that died
and the child abide
though her spine
spiked with sharp edges
and still!  
she mustn’t speak.
Alien Nov 2020
A tick on a clock,
And a fallen vail of another affair
My mind melted watching trying to unlock,
I hold my head as if it was to pop off
With every tick my stomach feels sick,
Eyes so weary,
Soul so dreary
This agony,
Caused my heart vessel to stretch, pump and rush to survive.
My mind is upside down,
My room is a ghost town
And i seem to be the clown,
laughter is their fairground
They pick a choose my every move,
And when i disapprove
My sanity they assured me will be removed
Alien Nov 2020
Well you lend me an ear?
It will take up maybe an hour of ur life
But lets not think about time
Maybe if i am quite you’ll be able to hear
But please listen, cant bare another tear
If you dare
do stare
U don’t wanna give them a scare
Will you lend an ear and a mind to spare?
Will we ever really know what’s welfare?
Prepare to go nowhere
I always get side tracked
But my mind is packed
It has been hacked
Its all abstract
Lets extract my brain and inspect
To see places they neglect
And inject the potion of prefect intellect
Dont forget my mind was set to reject
It means no disrespect
But it just disconnects
trapped
Strapped
Slashed
But who gives a **** if your depressed?
Doesn’t  matter if words were expressed!
eyes crawling up the walls
Back and forth through the halls
Sarah Flynn Nov 2020
I can't see him,
but he's still here.

he's still on me.

he won't let go.
he won't let go.
h e   w o n ' t   l e t   g o
Asominate Sep 2020
Trust was never a option
But were there any options to begin with?
The paranoia is real, the cake is not
Roro Aug 2020
Now and then I catch a glimpse

Of a shadow or piece of a thing

Alive but terrifying to reminisce.

Now and then I sense

The presence of some being

Closing in on my ears and neck.

Now and then I feel a tap

On my shoulder or my head from the back.

Surrounded by too many

Always checking

Always wondering

Who's there?

Where did you go?

But to an audience that doesn’t know

I'm alert, though in isolation

and completely alone.
For me, feeling paranoid and manic together feels like seeing glimpses and feeling the presence of creatures from a parallel world. I like to think a small invisible fairy visits me and flutters around my head annoyingly, making me **** my head around and see frightening things that disappear in a flash. Even in the calm comforting solitude of my own bedroom :D
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