Eyes everywhere I go,
staring at me as i pace,
looking at me to and fro.
Out to get me, is what they are
I can see them all with guns
I realize the end isn't very far
Through the mail slot a bullet came,
Into my mind a thought of shame,
Why am I like this?
What did I do?
Paranoia has me
There is no where for me to run to.

Thoughts of food,
muffins and marshmellows on a stick,
just the thought of it makes me sick.
Vivid images in my mind,
makes my stomach wish it was blind.
Evil food trying to get me,
When can i ever be free?
Am I wrong?
Is it all in my head?
Paranoia has me
It controls my life to be confusing and misled.
 
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