Paranoia

What's that, that noise I heard through my music? It sounded loud, is something wrong? Was it something bad, or did I just assume it? Maybe nothing at all and it's just the song? What's that scream, is it from someone near me? Was it a shot, gunfire from the person over there? Are they coming for me, am I being attacked? Do I make up every way bad things can happen to me? Am I the next, the next headline to be on the news? A part of the fatality that makes up a few? Will the end of my life be on this day? Or will I live on with safe passageways? That person is too close, are they going to hurt me? What's that in their jacket, is it a weapon? Am I safe, how can I get out of here? What do I do, have I gone completely insane? Trauma has a funny way of messing with the brain Never will I truly feel safe ever again On guard, a knife carried with my crystals Still isn't enough to save me from the paranoia