• Paranoid? Me? No. Maybe.

    What is it anyway? Is it the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when I walk home in the dark? Someone’s footsteps other than mine trailing behind me? Or just an echo? I turn. No. Nothing there. Maybe I am?

    Is it when I wear something new it’s almost like I can hear their small thoughts of doubt? Eyeing me like the new girl? Do I look bad? No I look fine. Or do I? Is my hair messed up? Do I have a goofy smile? Is there something in my teeth? No I look fine.

    The men. All thoughts the same? I don’t know. What do they think of me when they see me? Am I ugly? Do they like me? If so why have I been rejected so many times? So do they like me? No. None of them do. Men. All thoughts the same? Yes.

    So what is being paranoid? Is it constant thought? Is it thinking about the things that trouble me? Think about things that aren’t there?

    The feeling that someone is always there? Thinking about you? Watching your every move? Following you everywhere you go?

    I don’t know. But I’m not paranoid. Am I?