Mental Insomnia.

Watching me. Faces turn.

Feel the rush of warm tingling blood rise angrily and burn.

Flutter of the wings of Butterfly's who can't be placid. Placid. 

Swelling up is the taste of searing acid.

I do not know. I have no answer.

This affliction. This attention deficit addiction.

I will have no rest. Vexing neuro impulsiveness has no letup. 

I can't test. I can't answer. I can't think. I can't rest.

The shrewd looks. But they can't grasp it.

Take a pill. Take a tablet. 

It won't make me rest. It won't put a stop to this insomnic distraction.