Paranoia

I wrote this short poem for a piece of homework to show how structure can influence a poem!
Hope you enjoy it =]

Paranoia

 

 

Where are they?

I know they are here, watching, waiting.

Why can’t they just

Leave me alone?

I haven’t done anything. Wrong.

 

I wish the tables

were

turned

I haven’t done anything.

 

No wrong, no trouble making

 

but it’s my heart that breaking

it just follows me around

like a lost puppy, seeking revenge,

 

That comes down in fiery vengeance.

But I haven’t done anything

The End

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