Paranoia Poem

Scared, as I sit gathering my thoughts,
Sensing danger I wish to run off.

There is nothing to warrant worry,
But thats what makes this a strange story.

I am not afraid, but still full of fear.
I can sense something wicked drawing near.

Every creak of the house makes me tense up and constrict.
I have a feeling that I am going to be sick.

I try to explain to others and make them see,
But they just say, “You must just feel guilty.”