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half-moons in my palm turn to scissors in my hand too many tears to see straight and too many tears to fix with tape i'll never learn to ignore the burns you say are love; i don't understand how your spilled drinks turn into my danger and my trapped thoughts turn to blinding anger my hair is snipped short, you say that's wrong you hate it, but i hated suffocating more this way i felt like i had a choice it was the only way i could think to amplify my voice you call me "boy" now because my hair isn't long now i have a voice, but i'm out of words what's a voice without anything to say? i regret cutting my hair today

Author's Note

Line 4: "tears" rhymes with "deer"
Line 5: "tears" rhymes with "air"
Just some clarification there.