Frantic

My skin tingles, 
My hands burn, 
My fingers twitch, 
I hold it back by a thread, 
By a hair,                       

I want to scream, 
I want to shout, 
I want to spit, 
I want to fight it out,                       

Something's gotten under my skin, 
It burns me, 
It chills me, 
It drives me crazy,                       

I etch with burning blood, 
Of my soul's spirit, 
My pain for all the world to see, 
It's just a simple thing to see,                       

Yet I can't hold back these movements, 
I have to do something, 
Like I'm on sugar,                       

I wouldn't wish this on anyone, 
But me,                       

I'm sure I look like a motion picture, 
The strobe effect in the theater, 
In a split second there are three of me, 
Then I'm done, 
And I'm one, 
Just one,                       

I don't know what it is, 
It's like I'm on something,                       

Sleep isn't the same anymore, 
It's not peaceful like I remember, 
I hurry from it's door,                       

Everything is too still, 
It will be hours before anything, 
But me, 
Moves here