Cure For This Itch Poem by Gabriell Riley

I have this itch in my head that no amount of scratching cares to sate
It comes and goes as it pleases, this itch it bothers me when it is late
When i feel that familiar tingle in my cranium, irate
I've pounded my skull against a wall the white with red I've paint

I have this itch in my brain that I just can't get out
No amount of begging or pleading no matter how much I pout
It has mapped my brain for the most irritating route
Battles I have fought, the most strenuous of bout

I have this itch in my thoughts that always seems to linger
I've washed my dirty mind and put it through the wringer
Still it haunts me like a scratched record singer
And pains me, poisons my life, a bee with it's stinger

I have this itch in my world, I'm sure you have it too
The difference between you and I, is you don't have a clue
It takes a different kind of mind, one that see's in shades of grey instead of hues
It takes a different kind of person, one missing a few screws

I have this itch that runs my emotions into strife
I gave a name to this itch and now i call it life