Every day it grows stronger.
This maliferous murky mass inside,
That many call Paranoia.
Yet could you not argue,
That it stands to one's benefit
To be suspicious where
Suspicion is merited?
The short response, the late nights out,
Many clues lead me to false trust.
Paranoia is nothing short of a monster,
A gargoyle gorging itself on lies.
I lie in bed and ponder several things.
The explanation is thus:
Jealousy and Paranoia are in cahoots,
In a successfully savage attempt,
At ruining my life.
Personification, Sibilance, Alliteration
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