I think I’m going to skip all of my classes today
because I need a me day. 

The problem with me days
is that I need them four days a week. 

The problem with me
is that I’m very smart and very capable
(or so I’ve been told)

but my laziness hinders me. 

Laziness.
Procrastination, self-destruction,
and the inability to leave bed
belong on the list too. 

The problem with me is that I’ve dealt with this before
but have no idea what to do next. 

I should stop scratching my hand in case
my mom asks me if I’m okay again. 

I am okay. I am doing fine. 

But I have an itch that I cannot place,
an itch that changes locations
when my fingers find it. 

The problem with me 

is that I will focus on it completely
until it goes away.

The problem with this feeling
is that it never goes away. 

It has always been one large itch that I cannot place.