About my hair

Is that all you care about?

 

I'm sorry

I don't sympathize at all

 

I can't

 

Are my feelings not something important to consider?

Are my feelings anything?

 

Surely my smile and happiness are prettier

More beautiful

Than the length of my mane

 

I'd love to believe

Yes I want to believe

Yet I see you're still blinded by your own feelings

 

You stroke my hair

And say with a smile

 

It's beautiful

 

But I can't bring myself to smile along

 

I hate it

I reply

 

But my words are blocked out

 

Are my feelings not something of importance?

Are my feelings anything to you at all?

 

You stroke my hair once more

But this time with a frown 

 

You'll look like a boy, you say

 

And with confidence I reply

 

I don't care

 

But my words are minuscule to you

 

Surely my comfort and livelihood are charming

More beautiful

Than my outward appearance

 

I'd love to believe

I want to believe

 

 

Yet I struggle to