Having A Crisis

Having a crisis is funny,
if you think about it.
It’s like being drunk.
All your inhibitions slip away
and you’re in an empty bathroom
telling every girl you see how beautiful they are.
Because they are
but you don’t recognize yourself
and the mirror tells no lies.
Having a crisis is funny, really.
One day, your long blond hair is gently curled
and your eyeliner is sharp enough to cut through steal.
And then, before you know it,
there are scissors in your hand
and six inches of hair falling to the ground.
You thought it would be difficult letting go,
but now you can’t create enough distance
between you and the past.
The bags under your eyes are dark and heavy
but your night and day difference makes you wonder
why it took so long to realize
that you’re not where you want to be.
That you’re not who you want to be.


4 Comments Add yours

    1. Hopefully not in a bad way! Thanks for reading

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      1. Mostly not. I just really like how you write!

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