A Paranoid Life
I live alone but I know
That they are listening to me
Recording everything I say
This was not how I planned it to be.
I have voices speaking in my head:
Some critical, others not so bad
There's no escaping the intrusion
Though I don't see myself as mad.
I have minimal interaction
With people:
That's the way it seems to be,
And I have a sort of suspicion
That the World's out to get me.
Dangerous dreams in lonely nights:
Goose bumps; there's no escaping
The reality in which I reside
And which was not of my own making.
There's now no-one by my side.
MDC
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