Bad Habits

M.E.M.

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 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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