"Being Watched"
by Tara Wood

I am floating around in the mystery of the drug world
that I had no business being in.

I sliced my speaker wires in my car, thinking they were bugged.
I know these people could hear what I said.

They talked to me and gave me messages
through songs that I couldn't make sense of.

I threw away all my CD's because I thought people had planted subliminal reprogramming on them.

They were trying to make me evil like they were.
These people tormented me.

I wouldn't take showers for days because I was afraid there were cameras in everyone's showers.

These were some of the comments made by my druggie peers,
knowing I would trip out on their suggestions
and be the reason for their laughter.
I was a joke, their joke.