I was only 15.
So I looked in an abandoned diary of mine, and found what's probably my favourite self composed poem to date...
Friday the 3rd of August, 2007.
Paranoia, don't break me.
Paranoia you took me over, tried blinding my heart for so long,
You closed my eyes and deepened my soul, paranoia, you're not that strong.
Triggering all emotion, you thought that I'd give in,
But paranoia you thought wrong, 'cause love is moving in.
Paranoia you took advantage, of my one and only obsession,
Paranoia you're not that smart, 'cause paranoia... I'm not your possession.
Paranoia I played your game, while others were trying to save me,
But deep down inside I'd pray to God, and plead, "Paranoia, don't break me".
Paranoia you'll always be there, this time I just won't let you take me,
You tore me apart but now I've healed...
Paranoia, I won't let you break me.
Love, Princess Rita x
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