I may not style it as often as you’d like
But it was long, pretty and wavy.
You loved it when I grew it out
And you wanted me to keep it that way.
But now I can’t maintain its beauty
Nor its shine or shape.
I’m always running out of resources
To make it shine and bounce.
It always gets tangled and messy
And it is such a pain
To always tug at it to make it stay.
I just wanted your attention
But you never really gave me any.
There is no point in keeping this style
To make you talk to me.
I had to get rid of most of it
Since it’s too much for me.
I’ve been restricting myself for too long
With extra, tangled weight.
It will never be long and pretty
Like you wanted it to be.
Don’t you see I had to let it go?
No matter how many accessories I wear,
No matter how much product I use,
Even if I regrow it,
You still won’t pay attention to me.