Where I am From
I am from Trichotillomania,
from my eyelid to lashes on the counter.
I am bald where hair should be
(Brown, long strings of hair)
When one hair is pulled,
the urge appears, one after another.
I'm from long eyelashes,
from beautiful lashes to nothing left.
The anxiety to pull hair
from places I don't think they belong.
I am from a place of fear and regret,
a place where I am afraid people
will know the truth.
I'm from crazy and weriod
from unusual to unique.
My own individual I despise,
looking at myself in the mirror,
I see bald places where hair should be.
Questioning why I pull hair,
its difficult for me to resist.
I'm from OCD and ADHD,
from wanting to change
who I am into someone new,
I want to stop, but I can't.
Everyone has hair,
except for me.
Hair bothers me and I can't control it.
I am from the past to the present.
Years of pulling,
from fourth grade to now.
A habit I can't control,
because I've done it for so long.
I am different, but not normal,
I'm not like everyone else.
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Comments about this poem (Where I am From by Noelle Mott )
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost