Who Made Me

When I was a kid, maybe
Eight years old or so
My hair was so long back then
It was always a mess,
So frizzy and tangled

I felt as if
My thoughts got lost in it
Mum tried all the remedies
From detangle sprays to special brushes
And found the solution with siccors
I remember so clearly, looking
At the cut off locks on the floor
To the unrecognisable reflection in the mirror

You stripped me of more than hair back then
Since then, I've thought only in practicalities
No desire or want, but simply what's easy
Since then, I've been someone else
Someone who doesn't need you
To hold my hair when I throw up