Paranoid

We are all watched at every second.
Privacy does not exist
In this small-town hell.
Make one mistake? The End.
It doesn't matter
How hard you work.
Pride? Disappointment?
Guess I'd be the latter.
Struggling up, sifting through sand,
Buried in yesterday,
No way to repent,
No escape route at hand.
Control is a strange bitch,
Found in words,
Found in pills,
Sewing up memory, stitch by stitch.
One day at a time, just survive.
Silence the screaming
With your poison of choice,
Try to ignore the all-seeing eye.
Every pending action waits, a void
Waiting to be filled.
Act and be watched.
Small wonder we're all paranoid.