#wrote this one on a church trip after I cried for 30 min due to a sensory overload

[myballzitch]

Hell is my skin

My skin hugs onto my body without my consent, my eyes dilate and force the lights to flash brighter than how the others see them. My ears ring and muffle the words that are being heard perfectly by others. I want it to stop, I need it to stop. They are looking at me, they are worried, I am clearly different. This is no super power, this is no gift, this is a curse of earth, that is being forced upon my brain. I’m going to rip it out.