Where I Am From - Poem by Noelle Mott
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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