Human
I have come to realize that I am afflicted with a certain condition. It seems to have a peculiar odor about it that no matter how many times I shower it won't wash off. I am at times reduced to the most cardinal sense of myself. I find myself scratching and digging to the very core of me. Examining all of the small pieces as they shed themselves from my soul. Then I regain myself and the realization of what I've done absorbs into my mind. I bend, I kneel, I try to pick up all the pieces but to no avail. There's always a few that get away. And so with fresh bandages I repair the remaining pieces of my soul.