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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem