Hairdresser

by Poempete   Aug 13, 2011


Hairdresser

Today was a bad day
It started off bad
And just got worse

Endless tears and worries

Off to the hairdressers
Will try not to cry
Put on my clown mask

I can get through this

I almost make it
One hour in
So far so good

Can I get away with it?

Then she asked after you
I had no idea how to answer
So I cried

I guess not.

Will these tears ever end
When I think I'm over it
Something kicks me in the ass and says I'm not

Bugger.

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