I could easily become one of those 
People you see mumbling and batting 
At unseen nuisances, scratching nails 
Over flesh 
Yeah, they’ve got medicines but I 
Say the side effects make the illness 
Preferable 
 
I keep plugging away, digging beneath 
My surface, much less likely to get 
An infection that, less blood 
Too 
I think I have found a way 
To abolish my largest bete noire 
Without drugs or therapy, or a willingness 
To divulge to a single soul 
Sure, it makes it more difficult 
But the responsibility is mine 
And I’ve never wanted to blame anyone

 © Kristi Swadley

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