People Like This Are The Ones Convinced Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Somewhere,
One may find they are...
Unaware.

And...
Somewhere,
One may discover...
They haven't a care.

And even if they do or if they don't,
See their neighbors.
And even if they do or if they don't,
Belabor over it.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.

Somewhere,
One may find they are...
Unaware.

And...
Somewhere,
One may discover,
They haven't a care.

Then a paranoia kept sometimes in minds...
Kept there.
Will make some people feel they are confined,
Everywhere.
And people like this are the ones convinced,
They're the ones are being followed.
Somewhere.

And even if they do or if they don't,
See their neighbors.
And even if they do or if they don't,
Belabor over it.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.
Somewhere.

People seem to be so paranoid,
Everywhere.
People paranoid seem they're annoyed,
And they stare.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.
Somewhere