poem 10 billion and 22.3

[moronicblooze]

Paranoia has to be the worst kind of lonely
Everybody has hidden agendas they keep secret from me

Don’t have a trustable friend in the world
Always on edge waiting for a secret plot to unfold

Everyone is mocking me and they sure don’t like me
This is more like hell than a mental disease

My mind is spinning in circles I’m so damned afraid
Can’t see the good, only the mistakes I’ve made
Please let me out of this torture cage
Until finally I can’t take it and go into a rage

Slamming doors and yelling obscenities
Please see that this isn’t really me

I don’t want to behave like this but I can’t take the pressure
My entire life is one big disaster