My friend is also my enemy,
Sticking around for a while; then exchanging me!
Running away with 'A' is not cool,
Especially as it leaves me open to ridicule.
I'm left cold without you and get stared at!
I hide myself under a scarf or a hat.
I shrink several inches wishing to be ignored,
Wishing that you'd come back, even praying to the lord.
Don't get me wrong I'm happy when you're here,
The warmth and the normality, the lack of social fear.
But when you return you are changed, not yourself,
A new style,a new wave, different products on the shelf.
Are you going to stay today?
Or will Alopecia tempt you away?
Dedicated to my hair and it's temperamental nature.
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