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Last night I'd dreamed
That my hair dye
Ran away from me,
Faster than Road Runner
From Wile E. Coyote
I stopped and froze -
my face aghast
A boring old brunette
I was once again,
A sad little ghost
Of my deep blue past

Self-expression is the key
To me being me
With my rainbow locks,
And my funky socks
If I can't have magical
My Little Pony hair,
Then what would I be?!

I used to be so monochrome
No makeup
"Just an ugly betty" I'd donned
No cute and fun hues
On her colour palette,
Just more shades of grey
That faded to black -
Betty was always
The habit rabbit

At first I said
I wanted pink hair -
But lots of "fun" women
Have pink hair,
So I'd told my stylist
I wanted green
But she knew colour theory
Would muddy its sheen

I thought long,
I thought hard
And then -
A spark
Orange would certainly
Be a light in the dark!

Who said
I couldn't be a traffic cone?
Or a carrot Bugs Bunny
Munches on?  

No yellow-bellied lizard here,
Brown study Betty must take
Her books elsewhere
Scootaloo is tickled pink -
And to think,
She used to believe
That she couldn't gleam!

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I feel... Anger
Unbridled rage, undying fury, like a wildfire through Rome
I bring hell to those who have wronged me, sorrow to those who haven't, and death to all who oppose me
Yet, I also feel love
And pain
And excitement
But it always comes back to anger
Those I love leave, those who love me die, and all I love must end
The pain is always inflicted, rarely tolerable.... And rage always follows
Excited for a new adventure, a new romance, a new friend, a new experience
Yet it was all a lie
The adventure led to pain, the partner a liar, the friend a foe, the experience flawed
So all I have is anger