It was just too much,

I couldn’t think straight,

In fact I could barely think at all,

Emotions clouded my judgement,

Swirling and twirling,

Encasing my every thought,

I wasn’t hungry,

I hadn’t been for days,

My thirst was infinitely quenched,

But I knew something was wrong,

This isn’t a mountain,

This is a slight bump,

It’s not the end of the world,

In fact, it’s barely even curled.

I looked in the mirror,

Feeling sick in my throat,

Anger and rage began to coarse

Through my veins,

How could they do this,

How could it be so wrong!

They’d cut it too short,

They’d curled it too much,

The colour was wrong,

And I just hated it more,

This was the worst hair cut of all.