Creepy Crawling Self

I finally figured out why I'm so afraid of bugs.
It's because of the poisonous spiders that crawl around in my brain.
Biting any form of intelligence or feeling.
The ants give me chills even when I'm not cold.
They just like to see me squirm.
The centipedes hatching in my stomach.
Pretending to be butterflies so i'll keep on fooling myself.
My heart is a beehive.
Tricking me into being sweet to others,
But stinging them in the end,
And leaving me dead once again.
Earwigs are my veins.
And I can't help but cough up a beetle every now and then.
I'm heartless and scaly.
I'm barely alive,
And no one knows why I'm alive in the first place.
I look in the mirror and while some see beauty,
All I see is the flies that put the gleam in my eyes.