I’ve made a promise to myself
to control my anxiety ticks.
I pick and chew at my lip when I’m nervous,
have not taken my meds,
anxious, bored,
concentrating!
I also have a nasty habit of cleaning under my nails
Until I bleed.
I need to stop this.
I remember back when I was in middle school
and couldn’t care less what my nails looked like.
I remember a girl in my class
getting upset when a nail started tearing
and got all wonky.
I thought seriously?
You’re upset that your nail is wonky?
Oh how naive I was.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: January 10th, 2025 15:13
- Comment from author about the poem: True story, trying to fix it. Created 1/3/25 | Finalized 1/10/25
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