Sneaking Peeks

I had hoped to stop hiding my face in a curtain of hair

So I chopped it off


But the struggles kept building and building

until finally collapsing on me like avalanches

and leaving me a weakling feebly trying to tape and piece myself together

        My face became permanenetly tear streaked with hollow eyes .

        I put my long bangs near my face and rumple the rest of my hair in front of it

       as I look down thinking "please nobody look at me"

I'd rather go back to the way I was before

Losing my limbs for love but otherwise fine

Still soaring like a bird in flight

Still knowing I had  the nest of security

  eyes only sneak peeks through the curtain of disheveled hair



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