Hairdye Decay

I ran purple in the shampoo

Hair,

Bruised,

I ran

It was blue this time,

The overdue reinvention of my mask

And will be fortified soon for some other,

Faceless thing

Rock bands do it better

Disguising distress with death to defy

The conditioned, combed locks of

Common people

I ran

To be common all at once and all together

Human

I ran the colours of discomfort

In black and blue

I knew the shades would match some lies

That smiles sell on street corners

I knew the ink would fade,

When it smudged and said,

"I'm inside of you"

I ran

From all of the colours that black and white couldn't see

To see

If newspaper paint was all it cracked up to be

Author's Note

This insecurities of how we wish to appear; whether clear or something else, there is a necessary choice in the portrayal of ourselves that leaves us with some questions. Am I portraying myself? Or something which I would like to be? Is this an intentional 'f u' to what we think is 'ordinary'? WHO THE F KNOWS

Reviews

[Irenic]

A poem that paints the clear picture of reality.
Very nice poem.
The way you have described how we humans hide ourselves with the help of make over is.......too good and worthy to be praised.

Keep on writing and thank for sharing it with us.

[sinNsincerity]

Our, or at least my, insecurities most definitely tend to create mask. And writing about them has abolished them all.

[zaisham9393]

This was quite interesting :) thanks for sharing :)

[DaVoid]

Feels a bit disconnected for me.
Love this everyday theme as exploration.
The feeling of running is well-utilised imo.

Thanks for sharing.

[Ohhhwillow]

Can you explain the felt 'disconnection' please?

Thanks

[DaVoid]

The transition between events.