Chop

Her reflection in the mirror looked hazed,
It was distorted
No longer looked like herself
Her dark, twisting hair
Just past her shoulders
Couldn't stand to see the same face
Grabbed the scissors
Chopped away

Chop

Chop

Chop

Different
Changed
She felt lighter
Sick of the same thing over and over
Finally,
A new image,
With a new heart
But what does it matter when
Her heart was bandaged once again
Bandage over bandage,
Not stopping the bleeding from the wound
The hair doesn't matter
Her face
Her body
None of it mattered
For she was battered
It doesn't cause a change of heart
Narcissistic, ain't never gonna be
She doesn't have anything left
But the old bandages
The scrapes
And those lengths of hair in the sink