Paranoid Poem

Paranoid

Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
It feels as if someone has placed a bell in your head.

The ringing just keeps getting louder.
You try zoning it out, but it keeps getting louder.
Your head starts to hurt, but mercy doesn’t serve.
You want to leave, but it feels as if your chair has chains hooked up to your feet.
You look towards the door; instead, you see a shadow.
You hear footsteps, but don’t know where they’re coming from.
You promise yourself it is nothing,
But you see the door opening.
You see a hand reaching out and touching the light switch.

As the lights come on,
You realize
You are
Growing