Nervous Habits

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I grind my teeth
Until they’re dust
I bite my nails
I know I must

I pop my neck
It always needs
I pick at my skin
Until it bleeds

My eyes, I rub
They’re always dry
I like the taste
Of when I cry

I bite my lips
I pull my hair
I twitch my foot
And I don’t care





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AquaRevThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 10, 2012 at 12:27 am
Thank you! I'm glad my thoughts were achieved!
 
sadesdd said...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 9:06 pm
Haha I loooove this poem!!! My favorite part is the part about popping your neck. A nervous habit that no one really talks about, but everyone does!!!
 
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