female hysteria

female hysteria
I, I sit in corners and cry wet on my lovers bed sheets.
I am stable but unable to hold my head steady upon my neck
have i forgotten how to just love myself?
I am so worried all the time and I cannot unpin these
fits from my curls, rolled up each one,
perhaps in the frizz surrounding my hair like a halo
is the answer to my uneasy disatisfaction.
getting out, getting somewhere. somewhere other than myself.