Paranoia

Everyone is out to get me

A smile is a show of contempt

A laugh gives me the chills

Screw crowds; I am drifting alone on a raft

Conversations are a draft into an inevitable argument  

Each approach makes me feel like a roach seconds from death

This paranoia hounds me as a dog unleashed

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