I feel them crawl all over my skin:
Up and down,
Trying to get in.
Molesting the fibers of my hair:
Behind my ears,
They scratch and tear.
Down my neck and across my back:
Searching for voids,
Attempting to attack.
All they want is my discontent:
Uncomfortable me,
And happy them.
I know that they aren't really there:
Imagining pain,
Seasonally impaired.
Anger tries to make itself norm:
I must keep swimming,
Get through this storm.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
I feel them crawl all over my skin:
Up and down,
Trying to get in.
Molesting the fibers of my hair:
Behind my ears,
They scratch and tear.
Down my neck and across my back:
Searching for voids,
Attempting to attack.
All they want is my discontent:
Uncomfortable me,
And happy them.
I know that they aren't really there:
Imagining pain,
Seasonally impaired.
Anger tries to make itself norm:
I must keep swimming,
Get through this storm.
Today was a bad day...and now it is storming outside too.
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