“PARANOIA”

Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you here?........ your presence chokes me like poison. You are intertwined with every outline of my existence. You invade my mind like the wet pussy of a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Let me rephrase, in case your mind is bound. My pussy may be wet at times but the only virgin I’m speaking on is my mind.

You see paranoia and I met at the finish line of anxiety, and fear. Together in bondage. Bound, and miseducated,.... I speak MY truth. My body aches anytime you come into the room. My mind disappears when the love I have for myself is no longer doomed.

Love, peace, and understanding is my motive. Face the unknown. Neglect the fear. I’m stepping into a new realm. Paranoia, anxiety, and fear MUST be killed at it’s peak. In the mirror, I sit in silence questioning my existence. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?”