Paranoia

Angry stares burn my back.
Crazy eyes flicker
from side to side.
Like this. Flick.

Whipping around, forget the cat.
Curiosity has found a new victim.
No stares, or laughter, or anything.
Just the ghosts of my sorrow.

Whispers of my name as I pass.
A pause, sniggers, someone coughing.
Drowning myself in my pity;
Continue, head bowed.

Shaking hands end my arms,
divided by scars of better times.
"She's different. Look at her wrists."
Maybe the voices in me head are right

This time. Or maybe it's those girls again.
Teenage giggles ring in my ears.
Curse this paranoia,
I can't take this any more!

Keys in the ignition,
joyriding holds no joy tonight.
Ice cold water greets me
as I plunge to my death.

A final prayer, to you, Lord.
I beg, make this end.
Let me live a quiet death.
Just please, stop the voices.