Trichotillomania (Acrostic)

by Mr. Darcy   Mar 14, 2016


A broken child

There's an itch that niggles
Right under my scalp
It feels like bugs trying to
Climb out - I tug at my
Hair, a strand at a time,
Over and over
This feelings sublime.
It doesn't take
Long before I feel bad -
Locks of my hair
On and around my iPad:
Misery caused long
Ago in my youth,
Now leaves me bald and
In denial of the truth, that I'll
Always be, a broken child...

14.3.16

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichotillomania

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Michael,

    This is an emotional piece based upon something that not a lot of people know about. It's quite a stressful thing to have (I have a friend who has it)

    Yes, it can leave you broken. You wrote about it very well, the rhyming and vocab made the piece flow smoothly as always.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Michael, I was so surprised to find a poem about this! I've done research on it before and read stories from the people who struggle with it. A lot of people don't even know the seriousness of it or that there's an actual name for it, so thank you for writing this and educating!

  • 8 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Emotional well written. Everyone has different ways of dealing with past miseries and this is one that I haven't heard of before put to verse

  • 8 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Michael,
    I know you put this entry into sad poems, but I found it to be hilarious. Perhaps I'll catch flack, since it's a real issue with real consequences, but your poem made me smile.

    The fact you created a rhyming acrostic out of this disorder indicates to me you are a fellow eccentric.

    • 8 years ago

      by Mr. Darcy

      Hi Larry,
      the phrase 'pulling my hair out' is synonymous with stress mixed with wry humor; so I can see the funny side. This condition is serious though for the sufferer; not just because of the lack of support, but also due to a lack of understanding as it is perceived as self inflicted, much like self harm.

      As for recognising my eccentricity, I am learning to embrace difference as uniqueness. Birds of a feather eh?

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    This is very good! It's sad to think about how many childhood traumas manifest and continue into adulthood. We carry the hurt.

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