This is a poem I wrote on the bus home from school at age 13. I had not even used yet. The poem is not about what it appears to be about. An explanation is available in my memoir Beyond the Tears: A True Survivor's Story
The paranoid is caught in a whirlwind of fear,
Looking and listening for the narc to appear.
The senses are tuned in a fraction of time,
Watching and listening for the cop or the siren.
The fright sends the mind to a paralyzed trance,
The tension triggers her heart to a ceaseless dance.
The roach is doused in a rush of panic,
The tab is dropped in a motion so mechanic.
The art of alertness is well worth the cause,
To avoid the arms that capture outlaws.
For the paranoid well learned that she must beware,