To cut your own hair is the safest way to live dangerously
I want to dye it - pink, purple, blue
but change is like going into the forbidden forest or walking into mordor
one does not simply change - it's forbidden
my friends and family
they say, "don't ever change"
and, "I love you just the way you are"
which is great except the way I am is not me
they see me through a haze
interpretation, assumption, expectation-
the worst is the expectation
I know how you want me to be
I know how you expect me to be
and so I am
I act knowing it's cowardly
but also knowing it's safe
is it okay the way I truly am?