Incessant thoughts
swarm
my head
like
a nest
of
hornets,
the stings
constant,
painful.
I should
be
numb to
their
attacks,
I’ve dealt
with
these
bites of
worry
and
twinges of
guilt
for
twelve years
now,
almost thirteen.
But,
they still
hurt,
they’re
just as
painful 
as
they were
when
it started.
They’ve made
the creases
of my 
brain
their home
and
my trauma
their 
daily meal.