I’m a lioness with one hell of a mane.
It’s curly and wild, and can never be tame.
I do my best to somehow contain.
I try so hard, but it triggers a strain.
Others may help, but sometimes cause pain.
So much so, that I feel it in my brain.
It causes much fuss, but it won’t be in vain.
For it’s really just hair, so I mustn’t complain.