Paranoia Fueled By Dope Poem by Brianna L Wilkinson
Paranoia Fueled By Dope
Lost inside my head again,
In trapped you hold the key.
Control is where you find your niche,
Taking all your anger out on me.
Build me up.apologize, fill me with false hope
Then tear my world apart with your doubt fueled by dope.
Self esteem and happiness,
The largest joke I know.
I beg you to come back to earth,
But it seems your paranoid delusions will always continue to grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 8:24:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great start with a nice poem, Brianna. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks