15 June 2012
So, it STARTED with the tugging, Fine hairs drifting to the ground, Pulling at my scalp a bit, Breaking off without a sound.
I watched it moving, slowly, Eyes following, enthralled, I looked it up online: Trichotillomania's what it's called.
In the MIDDLE, it was tough though, Urge to yank, drive hard, If I had truly done it- My skin would have been scarred.
Resistance was a massive problem, But I came and conquered all, My strength was something new to me, And let me stand up tall:
The END: I'm still a worrier, But instead I plait my hair, It's staying firmly on my head, Not going anywhere.
Hair. • Opuss № I