Why does it bother you why I fidget so? Why I can’t sit still?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The fact that I might drum fingers on my knee while watching tv, or bouncing my foot?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

How come when I’m almost completely out of your line of sight, you feel the need to continue informing me of the fingernails currently in my mouth? I obviously know they’re there.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Why can’t I just fidget simply? Too much energy, not enough stamina to run it off, so it moves to my tapping fingers.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

I’ve informed you of this before. I’ve written this poem before. How come I need to keep telling you? Why can’t I just simply fidget in peace?

Why does it have to bother you so much?

Why do I have to bother you so much?