Have you ever been addicted to anything, or worried that you were? Have you ever spent too much time and effort on something that was a distraction from your real goals? Tell us about it.
The mole on my neck looked
Like a flattened black bug,
Glued to the same spot for years.
My eyes raced to the spot where it was
Every time I faced the dreadful mirror.
Soon, I had a permanent place facing it,
Staring at the mole, screaming at it to disappear.
The mole was my constant companion
I could never be alone: trips to the mall,
A long ride, even when I sat on the closet.
The mole was a bug, a constant irritant
I tried to be a good listener, adjusting
My facial expressions to match the situation,
But the mole snickered at me that I had to laugh.
When I laughed, it hissed at me venomously
Every time I cried, it laughed out of spite.
People found me weird because my eyes
Were always trained on the mole.
I talked to it, screamed and cried
They couldn’t understand, they said,
The mole was microscopic, but for me,
It was my entire dark universe.
The day I had it removed
I felt naked and alone
It hit me how huge
The world was, and suddenly,
I wanted it to shrink to the size
Of that mole which looked like a bug.