Paranoia

Whenever the atmosphere seems so dreary,
Usually looming is something leery
To cast the dark questionable mood,
Causing one to persistently brood
About the rusty sinking cage
That inspires the writing on this page.
The one where a mind often wonders,
And incessantly thinks, worries, and ponders
Of persecution and conspiracy,
A never ending ongoing stream
Of irrational thoughts with bothersome themes
An internal sound of painful screams.
Eventually it leaves but always returns
To create new scars and permanent burns.