Paranoya

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...