Paranoia

The lies I tell myself,

are more than the truths my ears heed.

I weep silently within,

for the scourge of my tortured and bleeding soul.

 

Maybe there is a reason why hell appears so seductive;

Maybe the devil is good and evil is nothing;

Or maybe not, and I am just bickering.

 

I suspect it is the latter,

I never had the best insight to such madness.

 

The lies I tell myself,

Have all formed truths to which my ears heed.

I have cried myself to sleep,

Daily clawing at the scabs,

But failing to understand why my soul bleeds.

 

Maybe there is some road map to heaven’s pearly gates;

Maybe angels are unicorns with genial smiles;

 

Or maybe not, I feel an itch coming on,

Maybe I should claw through my skin to get to it.

Nay, since it’s coming, what does it matter?

 

The lies I tell myself,

Are intoxicating sweet truths from despair,

For I am lost in my own consciousness;

My sanity, affixed on the tingle of such tales to my ears.

Author's Note

A poem on paranoia. Any reviews?

Reviews

[Abioduun]

Keep them coming!........

[Mifa]

Lol. Thanks a lot for the review...will do

[Bluebird91]

This poem describes my life :( awesome job mifa. You intrigued my mind yet again :)

[Mifa]

Thanks Blue. Your kind words are greatly valued.

[Duncan Brown]

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[Sapientiam]

Now, this is truly a masterpiece. I love psychology and I love writing about topics such as insanity and DID, so I have somewhat an understanding of madness. Well, I have seen it before. Anyways, I love how you are creating a beautifully dark depiction of how the mind can deceive, destroying everything that we believe to be true. The last line was definitely a hitter. Keep on writing; this is very good!

[Mifa]

Thanks a lot for the review Sapientiam. I'm off to your page to return the favor right now.

[Sapientiam]

No problem. And, thank you so much!