Here's hoping the bug doesn't bite

It starts with a little disgruntlement,

Like a little itch

Too slight to fret

Yet not so small to ignore

Still, you try

And slowly it grows

It’s gnawing at you

Like a bug bite that you want to scratch

Except it’s not on your skin

It’s nowhere that you can locate

Somewhere within

Maybe the muscle,

Or the bone,

Or the capillaries,

Or the heart

You don’t know

Yet it’s there for sure

Disgruntling

Frustrating

Angering

And as time passes

It takes over your entire being

Your muscle

Your bone

Your capillaries

Your heart

It’s a growing frustration

No matter how hard you try

You cannot ignore

But neither can you scratch

No matter how hard you try

You cannot reach

You try and put your finger on it

Yet it evades you even more

Or maybe you don’t want to reach it

Maybe you don’t want to scratch that evasive place

Maybe you don’t want to awaken the source of your anger

Because once you

Reach it

Catch it

Know it

You can no longer ignore it

You can no longer go on pretending

Pretending that everything is fine

That you are fine

That you aren’t bothered by that thing

That it doesn’t unsettle you

That it doesn’t plague your every thought

That it doesn’t dictate your every move

That it doesn’t allow you to be yourself

That all you want to do is scratch

Yet fear that which it may unleash

Because that would mean

Admitting that it matters

When it should not matter

Admitting that it hurts

When there is no reason to hurt

Admitting that you cannot stop

When all you want to do is stop

And admitting is hardly a cure

It will not take away the hurt

The anger

The frustration

The disgruntlement

The gnawing

The itch

So you continue pretending

Trying

Acting

Ignoring

Hoping that it will go away on its own

Knowing that it probably won’t