I hear voices
But am I crazy
Voices say this
Voices say that
They are here
They are there
Paranoia is everywhere
Is someone there
Who are you
I sit alone talk to myself
Who am I
Is this normal
What is normal
I walk home and
It feels like someone
Is following me
But no one is there
I see a man in corner of
My eye but are my eyes
Playing a trick on me
Or am I just crazy
Who am I
Is there something wrong
With me
I swear I have seen a little girl
Sitting on that sign
But were did she go
Is this normal
Or am I crazy?
About the Creator
Stephanie Phillips
My name is Stephanie Phillips I am 21 years old I have been writing for nearly six years I want to use my past to help others going through the same thing I would love to make a poetry book if you love my work please help with a tip
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