Someone’s behind me

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ide me comfort Either. But they do reduce the overarching apprehension.Whoever is there, reveal yourself. I’m too afraid to turn my head. My ears feel hollow- My eyes are widened.My laptop is wet; I can feel water on the keys. It must be due to tears But I cannot confirm for If I look down I’m afraid that they’ll take me away And pry my fingers from the keyboard And my eyes from the screen.Then, They’d Make Me Face Whoever Was Watching me.That’s something I could never do. I’d sooner deface my face with a series of shallow lacerations and swollen bruises and watch as my skin was striped from my flesh and woven into a noose to torment me.Sto

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A poem on paranoia and auditory hallucinations

Someone’s behind me, Watching.

You, Reading this, Tell me if it’s true- What they say About my paranoia.

I close all the doors To make sure That no one on the outside looks in.

The glass doors don’t do much And they don’t provide me comfort Either. But they do reduce the overarching apprehension.

Whoever is there, reveal yourself. I’m too afraid to turn my head. My ears feel hollow- My eyes are widened.

My laptop is wet; I can feel water on the keys. It must be due to tears But I cannot confirm for If I look down I’m afraid that they’ll take me away And pry my fingers from the keyboard And my eyes from the screen.

Then, They’d Make Me Face Whoever Was Watching me.

That’s something I could never do. I’d sooner deface my face with a series of shallow lacerations and swollen bruises and watch as my skin was striped from my flesh and woven into a noose to torment me.

Stop talking, Please. You’re scaring me.

Well at least I know you’re there.

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