My hair now reaches my hips,
When i walk it swings
People complement me for it,
But i hate my hair.
Its long because i wanted it to grow,
Didn't cut it because i went with the flow,
I hate my hair,
I kept begging my mom to let me cut it
Mom let me cut it,
She says it's really nice and strong,
Cutting it would be so sad and wrong,
But mom my sadness is in my hair,
It only is not fair,
People see me through it
Only care for how i look,
"You'll look ugly without it"
Why do i even care?
Is it now all that matters,
That i have long hair?
But people don't understand,
It hurts to see myself with it,
It hurts to live with it,
It hurts that I don't have a choice over my own hair,
My mom wouldn't let me cut it,
One day I'll have to do it myself,
It only takes some scissors and tears,
I convince myself its ok,
It will grow back in a couple of days or even years.
Just when i get rid of it,
I'll get rid of all my fears.
One day i can finally,
Cut my hair
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Diary of a sad poet
Thơ caThis book is a original diary which is entirely poems! Every poem tells a story of its own, Rising sadness and happiness, guilt, fear, regret, emotions find their way through my words. Every poem is original and made entirely by me. Your sad poet.
