A Transparent Simile

How do I say this honestly?
Without hiding behind a metaphor or a simile?
It’s 2 am and this ominous anxiety is haunting me
Sometimes I hide behind the words because I feel things too intensely
There I go again
To tell the truth it’s borderline insanity
And soon I will carve the chaotic family motto into my skin
I deprive myself from being numb
And still I’m not enough
Wounded from a past life
I cover my scars and question who I am
I fear the stars
As if they are destiny
I can do this
I whisper without listening
Lies pretty lies
And hope in similes