My past trauma refuse
to rest, it reflect on every
face I glance at! Dear! Dear!
I fear every stare I get might
flash back the horrors I passed.

Unsettled and insecure I
roam the streets. I feel
lost in a world of vultures.
Without cultures nurturing on the weak.
Week after week it feels bleak
as memory peak and leak.
Paranoia strikes and I feel...