Conformity

Denim colored hair fades to green.

It's pretty.

When I'm tired of it, I'll dye it blue again, maybe purple.

Perhaps I'll bleach it and start over.

Denim colored hair fades to green.

Is it a costume if it feels more like me?

Am I a child in you eyes? Father, am I a child?

My birthday just passed, yet I've felt older long ago.

I work a full time job. Pay my dues. Pay in years.

He sees when I spend a bit too much on temporary happiness.

He sees none of what I've done to avoid it.

He sees no scars.

He sees no anguish.

He pities me. 

Am I a child in your eyes? Father, am I a child?

I think I'll dye my hair black, cover it all. Not that it would ever please him enough.