Analysis of Grating Annoyances

My ears cannot stand the sound.

Bleeding out drip by bloody drip.

Within this spot I am trapped, I am bound.

My reality cannot not hold my grip.

My mind cannot stand the constant buzzing.

Thoughts they race this way and that.

I feel my racing brain waves kind of soul crushing.

Wishing I could disappear, Falling all flat.

No meditation or therapy, I can escape in my mind,

Peace and quiet and just a little extra time.

Because I cannot stand most of mankind.

I cannot stand this constant use of Rhyme.

For the noise outside my comfort zone.

Makes me glad I am alone.