Trichotillomania
It rolls neatly off the tongue
Like the kind of disease that makes friends easy
And doesn’t pick you apart like vultures overhead
Has it always been jerking around in this body?
Bouncing around like a game of pinball
in a beat up old machine?
Ready to fling it’s force around at the suggestion of thought,
the leverage of a hand
Trichooo-tillo-maniaaaa
I can overcome it, I know I can
Wait no, an hour passed me by and
wait no, another pile of discarded hair on the floor
Again. And again.
I am balding at 15, hidden by bangs and switched parts
the strands are slipping into my dreams
Becoming trees I can never seem to prune so that
I won’t raise my hands to my head, now deceased leaves
That float to
It rolls neatly off the tongue
Like the kind of disease that makes friends easy
And doesn’t pick you apart like vultures overhead
Has it always been jerking around in this body?
Bouncing around like a game of pinball
in a beat up old machine?
Ready to fling it’s force around at the suggestion of thought,
the leverage of a hand
Trichooo-tillo-maniaaaa
I can overcome it, I know I can
Wait no, an hour passed me by and
wait no, another pile of discarded hair on the floor
Again. And again.
I am balding at 15, hidden by bangs and switched parts
the strands are slipping into my dreams
Becoming trees I can never seem to prune so that
I won’t raise my hands to my head, now deceased leaves
That float to