Paranoia (probably)
My hair’s a mess
Cause I slept on the floor again
That’s probably the root
Of all of my problems
Maybe I have Munchausen
No that’s definitely not right
But paranoia makes me think
That I’m about to die
I feel guilty, am I faking
If I was at school
I would be fine
Parents who feed delusion
Make me feel I’m not alright
My brain is so confused
I don’t know what’s a lie
I probably need help
But I could be that
I stay up at night
I feel sick to my stomach
But maybe that’s just stress
It’s because it’s dark outside
I love storms but never less
I never know what’s
wrong with me
I feel extremely guilty
For something I don’t know
If I did in the first place
Crypid
Mon 24th Feb 2025 02:09
Munchausen (now known as fictitious disorder) is a condition where someone’s fakes having (or gives themselves) a illness/condition. There are two types of muchausen one called Hypochondria which is an anxiety disorder in witch someone actually thinks they have a condition, the person genuinely believes that they have the condition, it is not that the person who has hypochondria Is faking their illness/condition for any sort of benefit as they genuinely believe to have it. The other type of muchausen is malingering where someone fakes disorders or medical conditions for a benefit, eg getting medication, getting out of military drafting, they may also fake test results to convince others of their fictitious illness(/es). What I am talking about in this poem is hypochondria, part of me also thinks I’ve somehow convinced myself that I have hypochondria and I don’t think that’s the case, I think I’m just paranoid (when I say I’m paranoid I have no diagnosis and I’m talking about it as an emotion and not a medical condition) that I am sick in some way.