AN: Just another poem

Hair In Face

You want to know why I wear my hair in my face

Why I guard myself beneath

The shield of baker’s chocolate silk

To hide the tears you make me weep

To hide the red from smoking cigarettes…my only escape from your bullshit

To hide the way that my eyes grow weary from lack of sleep

To hide the pain that I don’t want you to see the guilt

To hide how pale and sickly I’ve grown from the loss of blood

To hide that I’m cutting myself just to feel something besides what it is you give me

To hide the anguish of being so sorry that I can’t die

To hide that I’ve tried so many times

To hide that I just heal

Scars building up in my heart

The one thing my hair can’t hide