The Paranoid
In a cage build by self
She counts the dead stars,
The ignorance was such
She scratched the old scars,
Voices never slept
tears collected in jars,
Friends appeared foes
as the paranoia sparks,
The heart pounds hard
while hopelessness creeps in darks,
While they tear her heart apart
She inks the broken parts .
© Anamika Tripathi