Paranoia Poem by Kenneth Moore

This paranoia feels so real...
This paranoia eats my soul...
Am I losing my mind? I wish I felt alone.
Is there someone in that room? Or is it all in my head?
Sleepless nights add into the sensation. I dont need drugs to know im not alone.
What the hell is wrong with me? I dont hear nor see you. But I know your there! Leave me be. So I may sleep.
My eyes grow heavy but I fight to stay awake. In fear for my life, I clench my knife and tremble all night.
Turn the TV down so I can listen closely. If I die tonight I know I wasnt losing my mind. But when I wake and I know I will.. I will anticipate the next time I feel you near....