Paranoia

Here I sit
In my bedroom
On my bed
Waiting

The house is quiet
Except for those little sounds
The ones you never think anything of
Except I think very much of them

All those little shuffling sounds
That could easily be a pet
Could also be an intruder
And I'm here, waiting

Waiting for what, exactly?
I'm not sure
For the theif to come in,
Or for the killer?

But in actuality
No one could be there
Could they?
Or am I just paranoid?

Author's Note

Inspired by five minutes ago, when my naughty dog came up the stairs and I though he was an intruder. :)

Reviews

[Aarea]

Okay, I think these reviews are quite funny to be honest, because your poem is actually quite good. I could absolutely relate, who hasn't thought there might be someone in their house? I love that it was actually inspired by your dog. Keep up the good work! :)

[Jqckson]

This is the worst poem I've ever read, if you can even call it that. Do e everyone a favor quite and stop writing.

[Jgra]

Its overall a good not great poem. I don't like the second stanza. You say the sounds you never think much of, but i think alot about them,or something like that, I think you can get your point across a much more efficient way than that. Same goes for "The house is quiet, except for those little sounds" I would re-do that whole stanza something like (Im not a poet) The house is quiet, all I hear is little sounds, then like the ones that should be dismissed as nothing, but I don't dismiss them, they could be danger or something like that but its a good poem brought down by a horrible stanza.

[Jgra]

I rated it as an 80 its probably a 70 now that I think of it, but if you fix that second stanza it has potential to be in the 90s

[GalaxyGhost]

I think this perfectly describes my paranoia when I'm home alone and it's midnight and I'm feeling exhausted. Plus, I love scary stories to top off my paranoia. I love this poem!

[Ember Smyth]

Thank you for your review!