What bugs me

There are bugs in my veins

They crawl and writhe when things break

They shift and twist when things go wrong

They crawl and squirm when people speak

They worm their way into my heart and brain and stomach, eating away at me

They fill me with hate and malice and tell me it's my fault

They tell me to scratch and bite and tear and rip

They tell me to hurt and to be hurt

I don't want them anymore, but they are pouring out of my ears and eyes

They smell like garbage and rot

They cover my skin and soothe my pain

The bugs are my friends, I could never be rid of them

They keep me safe

[One of my first poems, critique and criticism is welcome!]

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