Paranoia.

Sleep is becoming troublesome again.
And my anxiety has heightened.
I can not let the paranoia take hold.
I don't want to be imprisoned again.
The outside world is scary.
It's something I have to face though.
I'd rather that than the sheer isolation.
Jumping at every drop of a needle.
Hiding behind the curtains because I fear I'm being watched.
That's not a Life.
That's being trapped by an illness.