Polaroids And Paranoia Poem by Jeremy Willson

I think I may be paranoid when it comes to life
It's as if I'm a character in a drama and someone's capturing all my earthly strife
It's written down on paper and stolen on Polaroid film
I see this thief on the streets and in my nightmares realm
He apprehends my dearest of moments and chuckles with glee
How can he confined me like this, in a cluster phobic sense of being free
I'm not liberated, he chases me around the corner
Down dream avenue past every loner
They're faceless and mirror my self image
I race up an abandoned building and stand on a windows ledge
He's caught me, I'm trapped and need a way to stall
I try and talk him out of stealing my emotions, the only out is the fall
I jump off the ledge and land in a bloody river
I feel comforted; I'm not a taker I'm a giver
I offer him my all for a taste of freedom be it bitter sweet
I'd rather die than to feel the regret of defeat