Paranoia

• Cindy Chen, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Biting into the crusty yellow nails of my fingers
Incessantly tapping on the jagged counter
The thoughts of it still remains and lingers
Longingly like a recurring bad dream, a terrible nightmare
I’m wandering and pondering in this insanity
When will I get out? This madness is my destiny?
For months, all I see are static screens
Of the television recounting their broken signals and scream
Unsteady, suspicious eyes,I stare out the window
And watch, three men in their winter coats
Digging shovels into the innocent hoard of snow
With the brilliance or terror,rage and violence
In the wake of it all, the confrontation I must meet
The battle between self and the mind
The mental manipulation I have wrought upon myself
The moment is taken to unravel this thorny Entanglement of vines.