Paranoid Passion
There is always a temptation to allow passion to become so close-
So I see any efforts to help as sabotage.
None of them think my passions make any sense.
Maybe that’s because I am trying to grasp at too many sparks.
Maybe I am scared that all my efforts can be undone by one person’s doubt.
So I keep those passions a secret that ends up dissolving.
So all I can do is leave behind pages of ramblings.
Ramblings that turn to secrets that will shatter if unturned.
It is sad that what they are noticing is not my motivation-
But instead they can sense me becoming more distant.
I can not allow my passion to be tainted by their advice.
Advice that I fear could be sabotage.
As they are all plotting my undoing.
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