I have not read your first post yet but this poetry certainly gets the mood of the Poet over. I do have problems with very bad punctuation though as it 'jars' and breaks the read, thus stopping the flow and ruining the poetry.
What may appear to a 'minor' concern can actually destroy a good piece of this nature. I have reposted this below with a little more punctuation to show what I mean. As an example your 'ill' (meaning sick) actually was meant to mean I'll (I will)!
Paranoid, confused and caught in a daze,
This game I have entered is like a maze.
Trust diminishes as eyes start to stare,
Theyíre all watching me from over here, over there.
Friends or Foes, no one really knows
And the fear that eats me keeps me on my toes,
For one day soon that time will come,
Prepared to face it or ready to run?
Is this for me or should I change?
A question that I find to be so strange.
A thought that makes my brain re-arrange,
My mind is clouded I'm going insane.
Is this what lifeís supposed to be,
Shaded and weary about what you see?
I guess so coz itís happening to me,
What the future holds is a mystery.
Perhaps one day I'll realize
That the game I'm playing is just a disguise,
Filled with a bunch of bullshit and lies,
I see this view with my own eyes
Maybe not and it's all real
And the walls I walk through are made of steal
And Ill stand my ground no matter what the deal,
But who knows the truth? Thatís how I feel.