i cannot quite explain the fears inside my head but they express themselves in the broken skinned lips i have and the gnawing on dead skin they express themselves in the chewed on fingernails they express themselves from the sores from picking at hangnails and scabs and they express themselves from popping my joints as much as they will allow do i look as anxious as i feel half of this **** i don't even realize i'm doing
this poem is unfinished but i didn't know how to finish it so yeah