Bad Hair Day

 

It was like

Having a bad hair day:

The same feeling

Of insecurity

Of self-doubt

Of anxiety,

The same feeling

That everyone was

Watching and laughing

Behind her back.

She walked with

Her head hanging down,

Her sorrowful, wet eyes

Locked in a staring

Contest with the tile floor.

Her steps were

Quick-paced,

As she just tried

To get out of the

Gaze of the beast

That was the spectators.

 

But unlike a bad hair day,

She knew that this

Would not be over

In the morning

Or reversed in a week

By a good hair day.

No, this was like a

Permanent bad hair day:

A never-ending feeling

            Of no self-esteem

            Of no self-confidence

            Of no composure.

It could not be

Waited out, for time

Would not change her,

And it would not be

Merely fixed by

A good straightener

And some water.

 

Author's Note

I've shown this to a few friends and they all have different opinions of what it's about. I'm a bit curious to see what you all see.

Reviews

[Andromeda]

hhhmmm...i think it's about an abortion. that's the first thing that popped into my head.