Parinoid
Is this what is feels like to go crazy?
Constantly unsure as to whether or not what I am perceiving is reality or just clever fabrication by my own mind. It is all right here in front of me. A hundred pieces at least of the truth I am desperately trying to make sense of. The closer I think I am getting the crazier I seem to become. Simultaneously convinced that the less I am able to decipher is undeniable proof that there is more to be discovered. Every suspicion becomes a clue that only just feeds my paranoia, taking me closer to what I am sure of to be true. There is just so much that does not belong, but I can not find the pieces that fit so still I am wrong.
I want to stop I just can not seem to quit.
I think I am paranoid forever trapped frantic to prove that the pieces do fit.
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