Paronoia
By Allie Marie
The whispers I can’t hear
I swear they’re about me.
Maybe I’m broken;
a liar bred on things unspoken.
Silence gets the best of me.
The circus in my head makes me forget how to breathe.
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Paronoia
By Allie Marie
The whispers I can’t hear
I swear they’re about me.
Maybe I’m broken;
a liar bred on things unspoken.
Silence gets the best of me.
The circus in my head makes me forget how to breathe.
Beautiful.