depiction of paranoia

watch as my hostility beats you.

watch me starve.

watch my violent visions remain no longer fantasy.

as i stare at my bruised hands.

my hands, deprived of safety.

always shaking. cold.

deprived of warm and soft touch.

how do i know what your hands want to do.

to me.

because you're the threat.

i wont fall for your façade. 

ill bite and tear at every word

every whisper, every little breath,

ill remember.

your kindness is my motif.