You see it on your bed.
You see it in your book.
You see it on your desk.
You see it when your look.
One strand begins it,
millions join it on the ground.
No one sees you do it,
and it doesn’t makes a sound.
All it takes is a trigger
for it all to begin.
All it takes is one free hand,
and the damage will appear again.
People question it:
The habits, the covers, the spot.
They ask you why the need for fake lashes,
and why wear a hat when it’s hot?
But what we do,
it can’t be undone.
Just one moment of relapse
can ruin all of our fun.
One word: trich,
it separates us from the rest.
It can crush our self-esteem
and we can only