I sit alone inside my room, <br />around the paint of ugly. <br /> <br />Aware to me at all to soon, <br />wrap in my fears and snuggly. <br /> <br />Afraid to leave my room for fears, <br />of what may lie outside. <br /> <br />In the darkness of my room, <br />Is sit alone to hide. <br /> <br />Hide myself from breathing breaths, <br />expelled by those whom near to death. <br />I know from GOD here lies a test, <br />impossible for passing. <br /> <br />Some may say I'm paranoid, <br />but it is those I must avoid. <br />For they don't hear my head of noise, <br />thats driving me to madness. <br /> <br />If by chance they were to see, <br />all the fear raptures me. <br />They would take a lock and key, <br />and keep themselves away. <br /> <br />Locked inside a darkened room, <br />around the paint of ugly.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paranoia-18/
