Paranoia

Paranoia is my dysphoria.

Brought on by PTSD,

from the sins of the Daddy.

Symptoms seen by society,

but mostly by close family.

 

I prefer isolation as my destination.

My social skills, altho' cultured,

leave a lot to be desired.

In other words, I can easily get hired,

but then I leave in case I may be fired.

 

Runaway train where are you going?

Can't you see the road ahead is overflowing?

I can't see a dad-blamed thing.

my focus is on simply surviving.

 

I step outside of my own body,

but my body doesn't step away with me.

So, I watch in horror and dismay,

as I act out loudly, day after day.





Poetry by LacyxDevine
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Written on 2022-03-08 at 19:56

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I understand it very well: the thing is that it becomes sometimes a burden until some people won't accept it as a fate and shall make further discovering about what really haunts and hides behind paranoļa, maybe it's a primal fear?
2022-03-19


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Tom, lacy. Well written.
I personally feel lonely in a crowded room.
Tinnitus I believe does that for me.
Alan.
2022-03-09


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem. It tells its story plainly, truly, and the rhymes do not seem burdensome. And of course there's a devastating pun in "dad-blamed."
2022-03-08