Real life paranoia

Am I paranoid?
Or is this real?
Is hate and anger
all you feel?

Just leave me alone,
get out of my sight.
This is my home,
but staying is a plight.

I bury myself in my bookshelf,
you bury me with your words.
This can't be good for my health,
because my heart is starting to hurt.

It aches and breaks every day,
what do you expect me to say?
That I'm happy?
Well i can't be.