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Torturous Paranoia

It's easy at first to enjoy moments
But it's hard to tell yourself that they have meaning
Even when you believe they could have potential to create good things
The truth is you really have no clue

What I've learned about moments is mutuality is often assumed
You hope more than you truly know
The mind tends to trick itself into false realities of situations
Simply to assist the part of you that craves connection

Relaxation has the tendency to cloud judgment
Almost as much as it tends to set direction
You can't get caught up in craving a carefree state
Just as you shouldn't allow yourself to become consumed by past deception

A healthy balance is ideal
But we all know idealist fantasies never come true
So welcome to the realism that resides in these inner depths
"I can only trust myself" splattered all over these walls

These roads are no good for me I'm perfectly aware
But they are the only ones I feel I know well
Perhaps there's some sort of safety in my destructive approach
Because it always lands me back to familiarity in disappointment

I rest my head in confidence of being right
And cover myself in blankets of "I told you so"
This mattress of acceptance reminds me I'm responsible for my actions
I've created a home in self-blame, but at least I'm in control

This is a path I've walked down many times
I'm better at carving than I care to admit
I throw stones in my own way
Just so I can find a reason to stop

Because continuation of events is a cause for damage control
Natural processes need quick shutdowns
Thinking and wondering can extend to no more than suspicion
Before formulation of emotion should ever occur

I want to be able to let things flow without question
To not seek answers when the time just isn't right
Instead I seem to enter the worry stage long before everyone else
Default preparation to weave defence webs of mass intricacy and confusion

Amongst an overpopulation of dysfunctional crazies
I'm just a curious skeptic treading cautiously
Observing every step to walk straight lines with precision
Only turning corners where necessary after they pass inspection

I'm more sure of what I want rather than what I need
And I know I want foundations filled with substance and depth
I will continue to seek those who want to help build them
I just wish I knew when it was safe to start

Smiles and comfort can equate to a false sense of security
Or they can lead to finding pieces for stable build construction
How can you ever really know what's safe and what isn't?
You can't
That's how I know this question will forever plague me

It doesn't matter where I go in life
What decision I make or mistake I learn from
I will not be able to rid myself of this torturous paranoia
I'm stuck in the molds of everything that touched the fibers of my being
Written by WoundedHeart
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