When the last strand falls
and you seem to start to tear
it feels like the tendons keeping you sane are being torn apart
hoping it will come out looking as good as it can
you cant help but picture all the worse scenarios
the infamous bald spot rearing its ugly head on your head
or the bad cut which makes you look like you lost a fight to a mower
yet after its all done
you feel a load being lifted
a new life being born
and as a new man with a new head of hair!
and you stop worrying
wondering why you were worrying in the first place
you look to the mirror
and blow yourself a kiss
tell yourself you look damn good
and you hope the girls think thats true
from there you ponder what style you should utilize to make it all look perfect
and your confidence boosts out of sight
just from a simple trim of the hair
but all that will stop the minute that one JERK, IDIOT OF A GIRL
that happens to be amy the hottest girl in the 8th grade
turns to you and laughs
then tells you that you used to
