sensory overload

A gentle touch feels like sandpaper on my skin Whispered words sound like shouting The lights are buzzing too brightly again In my chest my heart is pounding I can feel each individual hair on my head No texture feels quite right Even if I'm curled up in my bed The world still feels far too bright Overstimulated and touched out My body feels like my own personal cage My feelings are pouring out of a spout Quick to sadness, anger and rage