My paranoia speaks to me,

My paranoia foreshadows great tragedy.

My anxiety makes my stomach twist and turn,

My anxiety makes my stomach ache and churn.

I spoke my mind,

Yet you called me crazy and stayed blind,

But of course I was right the whole time.

You underestimated me,

You ignored the signs my body gave,

And now you flee.

I was right,

Always right,

I was right,

Even after all those fights,

I was right,

I was always right.

And now you take flight,

Rather than taking the bite.