Feeling bad
she hates her hair.
Doesn't suit me,
sticks out,
looks stupid-
the old familiar refrain.
There's something else
at the root of this trouble,
something more
which curls
at the strands of her despair.
This dandruffy lack
of self-esteem
will never be
her crowning glory.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
PoezjaThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
