My hair’s a wild and tangled mess,
A bird could build a home, I’d guess.
It points due north, then east, then west,
(But never once has it looked “best”).
I tried a brush—it just gave up,
It snapped in two, said, “That’s enough.”
The gel went missing, spray ran dry,
Even gravity won’t comply.
Yet still I strut, my crown untamed,
A masterpiece that can’t be named.
Some call it chaos, I confess…
But I call it my stylish mess.
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I am currently raising money to pay for ongoing psychotherapy. I am a survivor of complex trauma, I have dissociative identity disorder, and complex PTSD. Therapy can be very expensive.
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