Haircut

Its just a haircut she screams as I let tears fall off my face.

Its just a haircut I say as I look into the mirror taking the scissors to my head.

Like a bolder coming off my shoulders I cry but these tears are happy, happy for the new me that was born.

Its fluffy and soft a new me  bur what will she think that's all that screams in my head new tears fall sad ones.

I walk out in front of her and show her the new me. A loud shout is heard a slap to my face, she calls me stupid, ugly, and much more. But the words are muffled because I begin to smile, why do I smile... Because for once, I'm happy no matter what she does or says I'm happy without her I only need myself.