Paranoia

The night is my cover,
The day, my disguise,
But I just can't seem to escape,
From wondering,judgemental eyes.

They're always watching and waiting,
For that moment you turn your head,
It makes me feel uncomfrotable,
While I'm lying in my bed.

I should'nt leave my house,
Or maybe even my room,
Because they're lurking in every shadow,
Waiting to drop the bomb of doom.

I can't help but avert my eyes,
When I receive an unsteady glance,
They're judging me, I know it,
They'll make fun of me at every chance.

Did I do something wrong,
I don't have a doubt in my mind,
The truth is that in this world,
Sanity is so hard to find.