Anxiety.

Butterflies in my stomach and needle through my heart. A blunt pain in the back of my head and a skin suit covered in scars. Sweat drips from my pit. It rolls down my side, tickling my ribs. I think I'm going to puke! I have to swallow that shit, just like I did with all the pain as a kid. I couldn't see their souls. I couldn't let anyone in.