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March 23, 2010
By , El Dorado, KS
Daddy told me I’m his princess
He wakes me in the morning
Says I am his Sunshine
The mirror in my room is a meany
It says I am not a princess
Or maybe my mind tells me so
I am blank
All the pretty is gone
Why am I like this, God?
my fingers moved fast
they always do when my heart gets heavy
little clumps of hair
my eyelashes fall,
bangs and eyelashes and eyebrows
they are almost gone when I get tired
my tears slide through the gaps
I go ahead and pull them all out
In the morning my eyes are puffy
Puffy and red
Puffy and red and bare
I am the ugliest girl on the earth
I hate myself
I hate the mirror
And my machine fingers
Mommy hates the sound
I can’t go to school
Not like this
They say, “Where are your eyebrows?”
They tell me I have no eyelashes
They come close to my face
They search it
“Do you not have any eyelashes?”
I back up
I say they are just light
Please don’t come close to my face
I think they can see me
See right through me
Mommy, don’t make me go to school

They can’t see past what I’m not, and now I have little to offer that I am

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kelcywrights said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 9:24 am
This is exactly what I went through as a kid. 100% my life...I've stopped pulling my eyelashes, but I pull my hair instead. But it's nice to know someone understands.
striving_for_happiness said...
May 6, 2011 at 7:04 pm
This is a very touching poem about Trich.
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