The only reason I cut my hair,
Was to make you stare.
It’s a sign of despair.
As the scissors clip while I sit in the chair
A silent scream for help
Walking down the hallways
With St. Brigid’s Cross on a necklace.
Being called a Nazi.
I’m not even religious.
I just did it to prove a point.
Sitting up on the roof at midnight
Wondering if I should jump.
Then realizing that it’d probably
Be better if I just give in
Rather that then give up.