Paranoid pieces

First there’s the need
I’m paranoid for it
If it scares me
I must explore it
Just likeThe puzzle called jigsaw
Sift the pieces Let them shift
then it’ll fit
Right where the paranoia allows it to sit .

In riddles, rhymes and words
Truth exists
In babble I’m heard
By the deaf
it’s a triple type of threat
Only able to be heard when said
to those who listen to the dead