Paranoia "This is killing me." I cry. I can't stop asking myself why. "Please, set me free." I plea, questioning what you want of me. "Leave me alone!" I scream, wishing this is all one bad dream. "Get out of my mind!" I shout yet I struggle with fear and doubt. "Why are you haunting me," I ask "Depriving me of the joy I wish to bask?" I don't want to live in anxiety and fear, in a world of delusional doubt, in which I question everything I hear.