Is it just paranoia?

I can’t tell if I’m being watched,

Or it’s just paranoia again,

Messing with me,

To no end,

I would brush it off as my mind,

Laughing at me,

But past admires always took it too far,

With their affections for me,

Some would silently watch from afar,

Or be hateful,

Some would show their lust,

Or let the green eyed monster loose whenever I show someone else more trust,

I could just be forgetful,

I do misplace things at times,

But it still doesn’t explain,

How I can lose personal items I held in my hand the whole time,

It doesn’t explain,

The horrible feeling,

That I felt time,

And time again,

That I was being watched,

And it wasn’t paranoia,

Making a mockery of me,

Once again.

~a sleepy ghost~

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Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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