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Paranoia
© by Glen Wheeler

Someone is trying to kill me
and I don't know who it is.
I don't know how they're doing it.
They're making me angry inside,
They're making me uncertain,
They're making me crazy, or worse --
Are they playing tricks with my mind?
Someone is trying to kill me slowly
With clever devices of vice.
They offer me cigarettes, coffee, and booze,
They make me lie down, tired,
in the middle of the afternoon.
They want me to scream out,
shouting obscenities at the moon,
They want me to fight with myself, or worse.
Someone is trying to kill me
and I don't know who it is.
My friends all seem so friendly.
Could it be somebody in disguise?
Are they plotting behind my back
to create a hatred against me?
Is someone feeding me poison?
They could put a gun to my head,
They could put a knife to my throat,
They could put a bomb in my bed,
But sure as sure --
someone is trying to kill me.
Each time I look in the mirror,
I think I know who.

Submitted by Corinne Sutton

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