Octopus Hands (Trichotillomania) Poem by Trichotillomaniac The Poet

i have the hands of an octopus
my hands have a brain of their own
my hair becomes fishes surrounding me
thay my hands just want to go away
i promiss you it's not me doing it
itms these hands
they're detached from my brain, from me
i can't control them
my hands have a brain of their own
i can't tell what they're thinking
so i can't stop it's actions
all it's brain knows how to do is pull
pull until i feel tremendous pain
and then keep pulling
if my hands have to pull
they won't let me eat
if my hands have to pull
they won't let me shower
if my hands have to pull
they won't let me play with my pets
if my hands have to pull
they won't let me get anything sone
if my hands have to pull
thwy won't let me be happy
they won't let me watch tv
they won't let me read
they won't let me write
they won't let me smile
they won't let me drink
they have destroyed everything ive worked for
my hands have their own brain
i wish they had their own body too
instead of taking over and hurting mine
i am just a slave to my hands