Trichotillomania

i pluck strands out of my scalp

electric pulses sent through my nerves;

with each tug

i clear the voices in my head.

 

i am perfect

but not enough;

i do it unconsciously

people around me noticing.

 

mot all strands are straight and smooth

so i pull, i pull, i pull;

guilt and pregret devours me

but I find comfort in pain.