Its an itch

Its so hard to resist

I have to do it

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

I bounce my leg

To relieve the dread

But it doesn’t really work,

Does it?

I often feel in the wrong

Or as if someone is mad

Are they really mad?

Or is it a trick my mind plays?

Either way I say sorry

I say sorry too much

sorry

sorry

sorry

But people roll their eyes

I can’t stop saying sorry

I promise i am trying

Bug dammit its hard

I dont know if its odd

To constantly worry about others

To anazlyse a twitch

Every movement

Every word

Every sound

Every look

It seems like It has to mean something

are

You

OK?

I ask it every day

All the time

I think people would benefit if i stopped

But I can’t

I don’t know why

Nothing bad would happen

But I can’t stop

Pick

pick

Pick

See that blemish?

That imperfection there?

I pick my face till i bleed

The zits come back

I know it makes it worse

But I have to do it.

I can’t change a thing

Same every time

The questions I ask

The things I say

And the things I do

You aren’t mad at me,

Are you?