NO2ID

(I wrote this poem because I get so frustrated with people who will not speak up...)

Paranoia

Paranoia deceives.
Feeds empty thoughts
bloated with unfounded
fears
of those sat near,
or who hear your thoughts.

Should I no longer
speak my mind?
Allow contrition to become
the definition of my Ôself?Õ
To not speak
To not think
To not ÔbeÕ
except as I am told?
There lies obliteration
Not the promised absolution
of my soul.

Should I fear
Ideas? These thoughts that
Enter my mind from the aether?
Should I bow my head
allow word unsaid
to fester and rot?
Do they not
have as much right to freedom?

Subterfuge is for the weak.
Speak your mind.
Let your mouth form words
of freedom
alien
to the ears of the
thought police
whose only strengths
lie deep
in your paranoia.

I like it. I can just imagine a RATM song called Paranoia!

hehe same thoughts mate XD yeah nice poem!

Got Freedom?
-Sprout aka max ravelle