When I’m feeling
stressed,
anxious,
depressed.
I pick at my skin,
it always helps,
I dunno why.
I’m always picking away,
squeezing away,
all the imperfections.
Making imperfections,
while removing them.
I think there imperfections
but
they might not be there.
I always think,
‘What if I’ve got skin cancer,
I need to squeeze out the skin cancer’.
I think there’s something wrong with me
cause
I don’t think others think like this.
Claw at their skin,
with fear of disease.
All the while,
most likely,
creating disease.
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