The last few days have been hell.
You made me feel worthless with your eyes pressing,
Forming bruises on my mind.
Your words scalding,
Scarring more than than my heart.
I'll never be able to heal
Because you'll never be able to understand.
I make my own decisions- that's part of being an adult.
And though you find some of them childish
You shouldn't care as long as I'm happy
And everything is taken care of.
I took the scissors and chop chopped away
At more than the hair.
It made me happy but pissed you off.
Told me it looked like shit, and to shave it off.
Well, darling, if my hair is an extention of myself
and you think it looks like shit,
What do you think of me?
I don't think I want the answer.
Would only cause the healing time to extend.
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