I don’t feel pretty when I wear my glasses;
I wear them anyway.
My hair’s getting long now
The weight of my head
Makes it pin straight
It goes right to hell.
My skull feels swollen
I can feel calcium trying to mix with oxygen.
I’ve learned to not say hello to people who aren’t worth a sliver of my time, or
More appropriately put;
A single strand
Of my silver stardust gorgeous hair.