My Preditors Are Lurking Poem by Amy Kerswell

My preditors are all around.
Got me for their prey once
they will get me again.
After they attacked me before.
I no im not safe.

They are waiting for me.
I can gear them in my head.
Is it me or paronia?

My preditors are all around.
In my head and in my dreams.
The smell of bo from them.
I do still smell.

Preditors must go
Go far out from my head.

Preditors please leave me in peace
I want ny life back.
Please get out opf my head.
My time is running slow
Soon itll be to late