evidently i am a questionable spectacle

Self-harm and appearance mutilation are typically super trite in poetry, so with a quick review I'm going to go over how you pull this off in the short space because HAHA you only mention them once.

That's how you did it. Brevity is the soul of wit. Applies to comedy and trauma. You win the prize, only I don't have anything to give you except some challenging queries about formatting.

I know YWS has a weirdo editor for a text box, and that's generally why I write all of my poetry in word documents and screencap them. I feel like you could pull off a lot more here flow-wise (because the pacing here is as choppy as the narrator's mutilated hair). Think along the lines of Sikenesque Scheherazade where the seamless continuation between lines creates a silken flow that can't be found elsewhere.

All the same, though, you DO provide a flow that is reminiscent of your mutilated hair, so that's a thing. The questions prompted.

Coming from the narrator? Family? Friends? Doctors? Reminds me of time in mental ward care where there's a time if you have self-wounds where you get fish-tanked a bit and every bit of you is examined. I mean nothing is sacred and it's heavily invasive and traumatic. They mean well, though. I assumed, at least.

Point being, the enigmatic nature of the questions is a positive note because I as a reader took away all these different angles and I appreciate that, and would rather it not be taken away.

You've got a follower. Keep it up.

Ty

I like this because I feel like I am that person, this is someone I relate to, once in a while. And it is my favourite kind of poem, the ones that don't necessarily rhyme. So good job. I also like the raw feeling of it, like how you don't capitalize the I at the beginning. But I don't really get the ending, where you don't respond because your mouth is full of tears to hear them anymore. It doesn't make sense to me.