The first chapter just about made me cry, because that's how I started out. I've been thinking about writing a story on trich, but I've never really gotten around to it.

Overall, I liked these poems.

I'll admit I'm a little excited at the idea that I might possibly have been a muse for this poem, even though I should really be depressed about the fact. But hey, to each her own. :P

Anyway. Um... I'm really glad someone who does not suffer from trich has attempted to write about it; I don't recall ever reading something from someone who does not. And yours is a pretty fantastic attempt, too. If you're feeling the inspiration, I wouldn't mind seeing more...

Only critism is very microscopic - I'm just not feeling the lack of punctuation following the first line. But again, definitely a small matter. :)