smooth chapsticks to hide the biting scars on your lips
made by your anxious teeth
the red marks on your skin that are picked
by your anxious fingers
its hard for my conscious to just stop and sit
my thoughts running a million miles an hour
but i cant do anything
i dont have the power
i can try and go take a relaxing shower
there were i end up just sitting on the floor
her words echoing in my brain
calling me a *****