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?