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Claire's second Trich poem

One Day of Freedom

I'd love one day of freedom
When I don't pull my hair
24 whole hours
during which I need not care

About my little secret
About my deepest shame
A day when I don't trich myself
With one more stupid game

A game I've played before
A thousand times or more
Do I believe?
It will relieve?
I won't pull any more!?

What drives my motivation?
For me to believe again
That there is hope
That I will cope
That I can bear the strain

Loved ones may support you
But support always has holes
"Attempt fifty two
I hope you do
Finally reach your goal!"

Where's their enthusiasm?
Where do they get their drive?
To continually help us
Simply to survive?

I feel like a smoker
On attempt quit 101
How can they stay sincere?
When it looks like we're not trying!

I am! I am! I want to stop!
Do they think I find this fun??
To pull my hair
In crazed despair
Outcast from everyone

I'm sick of feeling naughty
People yelling at me "don't!"
Then I get mad
And they get mad
When we both want the same thing!

It annoys my best friend
It drives her up the wall
And it annoyed my Ex
Though his complaints were few and small

Don't want people to stare
Don't want to be a freak!
So I'd love not have to care
One day of freedom, still I seek

I've just stopped drinking coffee
My friend of many years
Oh! I miss my darling coffee
Did it cause all my tears?

Yet stopping makes no difference
Except my headaches in the morn'
Though I guess I can't have miracles
I've pulled hair since I was born

Yes since the day I was
Pulled my mum's before my own
Even pulled my doll's hair
Changed to mine once it had grown

But I'm not like most of us
I twist and break not pull
To me it is called twiddling
The habit of a fool

So I chase my day of freedom
Like a rainbow's pot of gold
I live in hope that one day
I'll win. I'll break the mould!!

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