Trichotillomaniac The Poet Poems

i'm tired of trying to hide my pain
behind beautiful metaphors
this disorder is a monster
it's a demon that possesses you
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everyday i go through a tug of war
with the 2 sides of myself
one side is fighting for self control
the other side is fighting to be self soothed
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we shouldn't have to hide
we shouldn't be held hostage prisoners
of our own mind
for something we cannot control
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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
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