Why are they watching me.


Paranoid.

Being stalked, being the accusation,
trying to ignore those words that
corners around me, bullying me,
bullying me and punching me hard.

Blinking, renewing my place in time,
Not moving, being looked at again
stabbing me from behind, turning.
Turning and seeing the obvious sweat.

Are they talking about me, but why?
But why can't they find another target?
A target that doesn't care, doesn't mind,
doesn't do anything but take the punch.

Lingering, staring at the table in front,
the girl: her tuition for me to leave
her side and go far, to the other side
and I find it uncontrollably hard to breath.

Pushed over, still in this room though,
finding it hard to place myself so,
I go to another seat, away from the rest,
the rest that seems to be treated best.

Unreleased brows, maddened at me
for no reason, or no reason I can see.
Leave me, leave me be; I scream.
Eyes stare, that seemed to double.

Pulling, strangling the hairs that rest,
Trying to understand the why; Why?
I stand. I push away my chair, the desk...
The regrets I pushed so far in front.

Are they talking about me, but why?
But why can't they find another target?
A target that doesn't care, doesn't mind,
doesn't do anything but take the punch.

Fists tense. 'Come get me' phrases that
toned out of my mouth, sounding so flat;
The dry saliva topples over my lip,
and I find it uncontrollably hard to grip.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-03 at 14:58

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AmonTheDark
with everything that goes on in life
a little paranoia is pretty much the norm
but i get what you're saying it was like that for me till i graduated from high school.
2005-10-04


Erased
You know what they say, if you think they are talking about you, they probably are. Then when you find they are not it comes as a bit of a disappointment.
Levity aside, if you are being bullied, try to speak to someone who can help.
2005-10-03


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
paranoia eh, it's all madness. helthy i would think to have a little as it is part of our make-up. but when it gets out of control it can be very dangerous.
2005-10-03