Parasite

I woke with fret.
I woke in tears.
My worries were real.
Holding hands with my fears.

My skin aches.
I scratched so much.
Breaks in my epidermis.
Why so much fuss?

Because I felt them on me.
All over my body.
It left me pained/tattered,
battered and bloody.

I wish it were done.
I wish I could go.
I wish I wasn't like this.
You just don't know!

I've been taken over.
These feelings I have inside.
I can no longer handle them.
I wish I could hide.

No matter where I go.
They're always there.
Lurking in the shadows.
Until I am unaware.

I cannot overcome this.
I cannot do it alone.
I cannot breathe,
in this place I call home.

I obsess over everything.
I am sick deep inside
Panic has take over.
Parasitophobia amplified.

Give me blood.
Give me gore.
Give me torture.
I can handle it more.

But these little things,
to you,  it may be absurd.
But to me, it is not.
They are small little parasites/
distress incurred.