Hair | Tone: Love/Hate
Sometimes I really like you in all of your golden-copperish glory. Then other times I really don't. I can fall asleep and wake up with you all over the place, flung over the wrong side, creased and kinked in areas that should be flat and smooth. Sometimes you're silky-soft, other times you're corse and dry. I'd say you're compliant, hair, but only on your good days.
Perhaps I left you neglected. Maybe because I never liked people touching you, you grew cold and angry, suspicious of every touch. And the only time people have touched you, you've gotten burned, forced into shape, only to be drowned and washed out the next morning.
But honestly, we've had our moments. Whenever I'm out in the sun, you and my freckles like to play with each other, bringing out the best in each of you. Or when there's a soft breeze, you always gently tickle my cheeks, reminding me that you're there, resting easily.
Then again, sometimes you do not rest so easily. Sometimes you scratch my face, poke my eyes, tickle and irritate my head. You know I have sensitive skin, but you just irritate it anyway. You're passive aggressive, that's what you are. One moment you're sweet, and the next you're hellish.
Also, please make up your mind. If you're wavy, don't be flat on the top and curly on the bottom, just be wavy all the way through. You're not fooling anyone, you know; everyone can see the curls underneath. You aren't hiding anything. It's quite annoying.
Sometimes I have to tie you up. You just keep poking and prodding and itching and scratching that I can't take it anymore. It might seem cruel to you, but at least I get a moment of peace. You're like a 2-year-old living on my head, honestly. If you could whine that'd probably be the only noise I'd hear. Just constant griping.
But, no matter how annoying you are (and no matter how tempted I get to just cut you off completely) we love each other at the end of the day. You can bring out the best in me, sometimes. You can show me I'm pretty, confident, or soft. Plus I can pull on you when I'm frustrated, and you keep my neck warm in the winter.
So... I guess you're alright.
TBH, I think my hair and I need counseling.
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