cut my hair short
i smile
"you used to look so pretty"
i frown
they ask if i miss it
i used to feel so weighed down
yell all the things I never say
i exhale
"you used to be so nice"
i falter
they ask if i'm okay
i used to bottle it all away
ran as far as i could
i breathe
"you used to be so good"
i laugh
they ask why
i used to be so trapped and misunderstood
defied all those who defined me
i grin
"you've changed, you're not the same as you've been"
i shrug knowing it wasn't me
i used to feel so ugly
now i only feel comfort in my skin
5/9/18
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a happy kind of blue
Poetryit's a good kind of madness. a happy kind of blue ~~~ {lowercase intended} ~~~ ~cover by birdiehere~ ~highest ranked at #46 in poetry 5/17/18~
