in the summer time
my hair is dark
in the summer time
before it was light
in the winter
it doesn't really
make any sense
it was different before
but before I didn't need
a steady light in the
colder months
to remind me that
everything is not
what it seems
and before I didn't need
to obsess over
things that don't matter
only my hair changes
the world is still here
and I still am too
This poem is about:
Me