Paranoia

A cloudy head so full of doubts
irrational thoughts just screaming out
of if’s, and what’s and where’s and how’s
the brain won’t rest, across this brow.
A tortuous mind that’s in a spin
the beast of rage still dwells within.
When evil twists with pure emotion
no satisfaction comes with devotion.
Confrontation is what’s needed
to calm the beast,
unrest displeases.