Those impulses you can’t help, thoughts you can’t keep away and mistakes you can’t stop. That makes you wonder if you’re crazy, by definition…
It started with a small graze.
An itch, with the need to scratch starting.
One too many times into a wound.
Then a scab for habitual picking.
Completely aware it’s bad for you.
But it’s mindless habits of itches with no stopping.
Consistently reopened wounds, being kept fresh.
Can’t giving up this addictive itching.
Even if you were to let it heal.
The scars will remind to go back digging.