When did I start being so suspicious?

Maybe it’s the people I’ve met that are nasty & vicious.

Sometimes I put everything to question.

It can be an incredibly, tormenting obsession.

Every man I see, I suspect is the devil.

My suspicion is on another level.

Every person I meet I question their thoughts,

My stomach churns, all tangled in knots.

I remember a time when there was no one I didn’t trust.

Now being suspicious keeps me safe, it’s a must.

I’m exhausted with fakeness & feeling let down,

Feeling like everyone secretly wants me to drown.

Then sometimes I wonder if I’m wrong,

Its hard to shake suspicion when I feel it so strong.

I try to tell myself “not everyone’s the enemy”

But you see, all my life I’ve only had frenemies.

Maybe it’s time I shake this suspicion?

Yes, I’ll make that my very next mission.

No. Actually, I like it, I feel one step ahead.

I just need to hide it better, be more subtle instead 😏