I wrote this poem when I was overstimulated and I tried to put my feelings into words. When I get overstimulated my skin itches and I feel like I cant touch anything. But i also get cold, so I have to put on a sweater, so thats nice. Anyways yah. Song- Black dress by Jazmin Bean
My skin feels like a cage, itching me from the inside out All eyes are on me. They are judging me. They whisper, but they might as well be yelling My fingers hurt, Teeth marking my skin Mind races with thoughts of how to fix it When did it get so cold? I don't want to be touched I'm itching and I can’t reach it. Nothing will help but for everything to stop. Maybe if I freeze it will stop. No, my jeans dig into my waist. Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Why am I itching? Make it stop. What time is it? Something is in my skin. I love bugs But not now Leave GET OUT
