Trich or Treat with Kindness
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Dear Reader,
If I wrote a poem for you,
I'd be willing to bet,
I seem rather normal,
for a person you have not met.
If you saw me from a distance,
I look like a pedestrian at best,
But if you came a little closer,
You'd look twice to see the rest.
Seven years and counting,
I have struggled with defeat,
I've tried so many times,
But this thing I cannot beat.
Imagine if you saw a stranger,
With no eyelashes or eyebrows,
What would you be thinking, or say?
But let kindness be words from your mouth.
I have no eyelashes or eyebrows,
And I hear the mean things people say,
Like how I have no self awareness,
But these words I throw away.
I myself did not know what was wrong,
Until I stumbled online and there was a name,
I was in shock this bad habit existed,
I was not the only one who felt shame.
Reader, I propose a challenge,
Google Trichotillomania now,
I want to aware the world,
of this disorder I have found.
Seven years and counting,
I have struggled with this thing to beat,
The impulse to pull the hair is exhausting,
But I no longer want it to be defeat.
So if I could change something, anything,
I want to offer a different perspective people have of others and me,
Because too many people are quick to judge,
With negativity before they know everything.