Earwig Nightmare

Locked in a room with thirty thousand bugs,

Their wriggling legs make my skin crawl and tug,

The earwigs are everywhere, on walls and on floors,

I feel trapped and helpless, with no open doors.

Their pincers twitch and antennae wave,

I try to stay calm, but feel like a slave,

To their endless movements, their eerie sound,

My fear intensifies, I'm hopelessly bound.