Paranoid

• Hannah Terry, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

When I turn, I fear someone I lost will find me again
unexpectedly tapping on my shoulder and greeting me like an old friend.
I hate how you torment me.
Playing with my mind, all I see is your face.

You got me Paranoid.
I Can no longer sleep
when I close my eye
I can only think of you.

Every time I see your faces, I get star struck.
Every time my friends see your face, they say you are like a porcelain doll.
Something that If even I try, and grasp or hold may break into tiny pieces.
Now that I more aware of my position.
I know I can never touch the smooth china face.
All I can remember of you is the Porcelain-like skin.