I like your hair.
Imagine if it all fell out
A little piece comes off in your hairbrush
And you wonder why me?

Slowly more and more pieces fall out,
Until one day your bald.
All the kids tease you at school
And your mum says "the don't understand".

You think about this for a while and realise
I don't understand.
Why am I sick?
What is cancer?
Everyone just avoids the topic around you,
as if it doesn't exist.

It's okay, you don't have cancer,
But way too many girls and boys your age do.
They have to deal with this,
They are asking the same questions that you would.
Just think about them for a moment,
Think about their lives.
And be grateful for what you have.