Cut Hair

Often I’m upset

I’m afraid I’ll never find what we define love

It’s 2 am

My rooms pitch black with my fairy lights

Lying there

Staring at the ceiling

Songs about love and life being poured into my mind

I feel like a fool

Not normal

But isn’t normal boring?

I get up slowly

Making sure no creaks from my bed or floor leak

Lurking in the crack of my door

My parents door is pitch black

Yet I keep the aesthetic of my dark room

Head my way to my bathroom

Grabbed some craft scissors

No hesitation

Feeling the biggest relief of my life

I cut my hair

Bianca Maria Baron

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