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Ashlyn Yoshida Apr 2020
Snip Snip
She's staring at me in horror
Snip Snip
My hair is growing shorter
Snip Snip

'You look like a boy, Ash'
Got a haircut that took me forever to get.
Jay M May 2019
Snip

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Falling gently to the floor
Resembling
Remembering
What I had
What I lost

Taking the scissors
Looking up at the misters
Glancing at my sisters

What have I done?
I've but my life on display

You see this hair?
This is only fair
This is mine
So quit acting as though it were thine
Lets see who's in control now

Inch after inch
Flinch after flinch
Wave after wave
I gave and I gave
Well, here's my way
To say
Let my live my life
My way

You want to control me
No, let me be
I need to be free

I need your love
Set free the dove
Surrender it
Don't throw a fit

Don't be mad
That's just sad
Be proud
Just don't be too loud

I see the look on your face
Look ahead in this race
I take a bow
Look at me; see me now

- Jay M
May 13th, 2019
Well, I cut my hair. I'm rebelling. My mom and stepdad want to control my entire life and how I live it. If I want to be happy by doing the things I love, then let me. Let me have those good memories.
Something Quiet Aug 2017
Snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds
I'll cut them til my friends are gone

I don't need you or you or you
Cuz face it, you don't need me too

You never cared 'bout what I say
Or how's my evening, how's my day

I'm not worth a thing, you see
A useless **** to you and me

I can't fix mistakes I've made
What I did, the price i paid

So snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds
I've cut them now, my friends are gone
I wrote this when I made new friends a while back, and started having paranoia about how everyone will leave me one day. I always thought I'd leave first to save the pain, though I never actually have the guts to.
nichole r Jul 2014
my feet are not touching the floor
I am not gripping this pen
I am not me
I am not here

I float above my-body and everybody
I am loosely tethered to the girl
with the terribly dead eyes

do you have a scissor?
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