Clothed with paranoia
I feel surrounded
If only I could shake this off
Stories told and untold,
it's just in my head, only to myself
and I feel like a child again,
believing in anything
for an explanation
Whatever I come up with will surely do
If I storm the gate too early,
please let me know
Sometimes my mind can run faster than my body
And all I aspire for
is to have my body and soul be one,
just so as I don't have to
keep playing catch-up
It gets a bit overwhelming.
Each day
is something new
Another disturbance
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