When will it stop?
When my skin is clear?
When every imperfection is gone?
Human skin is imperfect
It has texture, bumps, hair, dry skin, and or smooth skin.
The constant thought to get it out
Make the bump gone
When in reality we all have texture
Why am I picking?
Anxiety?
Stress?
Ever since I was a teen
It started you need to pop it yourself
Ever since it's a constant battle
Go through a faze of not picking
Then bam back to it
It's never ending
I want to be normal
Whatever normal is
I just want to stop picking
The triggers to stop
Not risk getting infections again
Last infection almost led to major issues
Got to find fidgets to redirect
I hope one day it will stop
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.
