I don’t know why I am doing this,
But I know I can not cease,
Because whenever I try to stop,
I feel so drained of peace.
I don’t know why this is soothing,
But somehow it seems to be,
And why stop, it is helping?
And it is not hurting me.
I don’t know why I can not stop,
But I feel drawn to this action,
Although it’s stupid and mysterious,
I find some satisfaction
You look at me like I’m so weird,
Like I am scaring you,
But I cannot restrain myself,
It is all I want to do.
I know it’s bad and maybe scary,
I must look so insane,
But I am finding so much relief,
and it’s not coming from pain.
I don’t want to do this,
And I don’t want you to stare,
But at the moment I will continue this fixation,
Of pulling out my hair.
