Condemned by Perception #9/12

My paranoia grows, my thoughts like a storm, As the court's walls echo my every move. I am watched, judged, and scrutinized, I am burdened by the weight of my fears. No matter where I go, I cannot escape, The invisible observers that linger in the shadows. My thoughts become a prison, trapping me in despair, The whispers of the court, my only company.