word of the day: escape

i think my friends are cheating me. their whispers cease when i walk near.

i heard them laugh my name before — though from afar it wasn't clear.

...i...could be just imagining — another toxic trick of mind...

this happened countless times before, when demon pennies i would find.

i hate this prison that I've made — i'm judge and jury hard on self,

believing that the world will flip, and all i love send me to hell.

i wish i could escape at last — from frantic labyrinths be free —

          but then again, what if it's true? — what if the world is cheating me?