Paranoya

Mason

Looking around, breathing shallow. 

Their faces all looking at me.

 

I can feel the laughter entering the room. 

I keep looking around.

 

Clock is

Ticking, gusts of wind through the

Blinds on the walls. 

 

Quiet. 

 

My palms are soaked.

I need to exit the room.

 

I feel the growth of panic and

Guilt taking over me. 

 

I begin to shake vigorously. 

Looking around more my breathing 

Is out of control.

 

I wake up... 

  • Author: Eli (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2019 03:43
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 58
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