III.

I'm so nervous and scared, I'm panicking horribly, driving myself mad, my skin feels more sensitive now, hairs risen up, electrified.
My mind is spinning, I don't like this, I'm in a constant state of panic My stress was just sitting, simmering, waiting.
I'm on edge from the minute I wake up, to the minute the sun begins to set.
I want it to be night again. Always.
I want it all to be dark out.
I need the dark.

This poem is about: 
Me

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