Remarks of the never ending days.

It's not easy to carry these obvious marks of my habit.
It's not that simple to handle as we'd like.
The dark rings of commitment on my eyes is not a motive for pride, nor a choice.
The deranged routine is a daily torture and it gets worse every time you give me this accusatory look,
Every time I see your head sway in negative;
Each time I hear "You need to stop this",
Each time they say that my distraction methods are disturbing me.
It must be understood that distraction is a consequent necessity of the habit, not the other way around.
So, please, don't look at me this way.
Just let me deal with it the way I can, the way I have learned after years of trying to fight it off.
The help I need is not in your words nor in your looks.
The help I need comes from the freedom of silence.