Taken Control
The paranoia sweeps through me. I have no escape. I have no way out. It controls me. I try to run but my legs won't work. They take me places that I don't want to go. I'm pacing but I don't notice. I am scared of everything and yet nothing. It hits me in waves. Woosh, Woosh, Woosh. I feel like I'm dying. I can't take it much longer. Why is it doing this? I am suppose to be happy. I am suppose to be free. I am suppose to be painfree. The pain overwelmes me. Not a pain physically, but mentally. It hurts. The screatching pain won't stop. I go get some fresh air. The cold wet air peirces me senses, Causing more pain. It is all just too much. I am talking to myself. I am starting to reason. It will be over soon, But in fact, not soon enough. I need to talk. Work everything out. Nobody is available. I am alone, dreadfully alone. I collapse and cry. WHY I scream WHY This wasn't how it was suppose to be. After time it fades. I take back control. Another experience over. Another lesson learned. Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 01:58 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The paranoia sweeps through me...."