And this tight headband of insecurities,
in the distance so deceptively becoming,
slowly wrapping tighter around my head.
Winding its way through scalp and bone,
wrapping around the repression room,
while dripping puss of anxious thoughts.
Always rebounding to its rightful place,
on my scalp next to the falling follicles,
on top of my pounding scalped head.
My new daily pill of fear I take for,
the headband to grow unyielding,
and finally, my band will suddenly
Written by Naomi V (19/11/16)