you say it's such pretty hair

i am concealed from the person i want to be

one day i must be myself

it's a feeling i have deeply within me

 

hide every aspect of yourself

cover up everything that makes you, you

if they knew who you truly are

you know exactly what they would do

 

cut

me

 

off

 

 

you know they hate who you are anyway

there's no reason not to do it today

 

the scissors weren't as intimidating

as the mother's voice screaming

 

 

if i loved someone

if i was true to myself

if i was not the image of me you have in your head

the voice in your head must have said,

 

cut me off