I find it odd that I'm similar to my bathroom sink When the lights shine on, the reflection is dull It'll try to catch everything, a strand of hair, be it brown or gold But must follow an obligation, so god forbid pink The hair piles up but the water needs to go down A responsibility to do so it's forced to go down
I ask for help but told to rethink When I go back to the drain, the hair becomes wool "It's useless if it can't function, they oughta be given a scold! With those worms in their head, they must be sick! Insecurities, mistakes, failures, and more!" Criticized even if they've just arrived at the shore
In the pool I think I see mon raison d'etre, But out goes the hair, It need to keep working, Or else it's pushed aside like a crippled mare
A weird/awkward flowing and eccentric poem I didn't know how to revise or fix tbh lol kachow