There’s still this niggling little voice; it speaks of its own
Choice - believe me, half the time it’s not what I want to
Hear. Whispers in my ear all the little things I fear and
Then BANG I’m back to square one. Paranoid. It’s a filthy
Find inside the mind that inevitably makes you unkind
And unworthy; unstable and unsturdy. You can barely
Hold yourself up straight, never mind attempt to
Negotiate your way about a relationship. Paranoia is
Not a blip. It’s powerful enough to sink a soul, or a ship,
Powerful enough to destroy a relationship. That little
Voice, that gives you no choice but to listen.
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