Sensitivity

 
 
        Sensitivity....has been like an under garment;  
        seems to have been worn deep within my bones;  
        I've came to despise it, as if it were a virus;  
        as though it would kill me slow in days to come;  
 
 
         knowing the look of distaste;  
         buried in my skull as I dream up unhealthy subconscious;  
         life seeming more and more like a "gift" with a bow;  
       along with a silent arrow to follow me,  
        throughout my nights and well into my tomorrow  
 
 
         I am not an "amusement park"  
         though have felt filled with rides,  
         ready to shut down as if I wouldn't make the next "trip"  
     because one is unequipped, unsturdy, and way too sensitive for this