Poems Suck but Here's a Few

Messy

They never see the clothes on your back

or the shoes you've got on your feet

and especially not that mask that you wear to hide what you mean

because all that's ever seen is just your messy hair

You don't spend hours in front of your mirror

 it's already the perfect mess

let it fall the way it wants

clumped or layered

you don't mind

It's just hair

so why waste time

A mess

no rest

believed to be blessed

more or less

but it's still beautiful

and always will be

not even your hair

distracts me

from you true beauty