Since it happened,
I've never been alone,
Of that I am sure,
There's always someone watching,
Looking away when I turn,
Behind my back they snigger,
In front of my face they hide,
They dare not meet my eyes,
Those who are watching,
Even in my sleep I feel it,
The unrelenting gaze,
I may not even be sane,
But what use is sanity?
When all they do is stare?
Driving me away,
Twisting my mind,
This is what they do,
Those who are watching...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like, really does explain how it feels to be paranoid very well :) I like