What is this feeling? I'm uneasy and alert.
I don't like it, at times it'll hurt.
It crawls in the darkness, at night it lurks.
A strange feeling, could it be just one of my quirks?
Like unseen insects, it bites.
It tricks my mind into internal fights.
I scratch and I itch, into my skin so fresh,
with no mark to behold, I rend my own flesh.
Be gone! It's just a trick of the mind!
Why does feeling afflict my kind?
Is it anxiety, depression, or some mental block?
Sometimes I feel like I'm just one of the flock.
No! I'm different! I'm unique, I'm sure!
But why does this feeling bring me back like a lure?
The gnawing continues, like constant torment,
and hit's me full force, like a rushing torrent.
Is it the experience of my past?
How much longer will this ceaseless itch last?
I want to feel normal, to be free from this curse!
And so I write in just one more verse:
I'll prove this feeling wrong!
I'll show you I'm Strong!
©unsungsoul
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