I got curly hair

Average height at 5’8”, pretty skinny, and I can run

I have enough demons to make hell look like a playground

But all you see is my curly hair

Yes my hair’s natural

But this anxiety for talking to people isn’t

I have a self-deprecating mind that doesn’t allow improvement

Walls that are many feet thick and surpass the clouds

I have a family

Parents, two stepsisters who are many years ahead of me

They had to get more help because they were becoming adults

I was still learning how to count

But, I have a good head of hair

I have split parents

I grew up going back and forth between houses

I thought it was normal

Now I grow distance between my parents

Long enough that a sniper couldn’t hit me

Hey, but you see I have nice hair

I keep everything locked tight

I prefer to give a helping hand than get one

Even before COVID masks were a part of my life.

Trust isn’t easy for me

Fearing a betrayal before it happens

Yeah, I may befriend or know a lot of people

But they don’t know me

I still have great hair

Confidence resides in my hair

To the point where it breaks me when it gets dissed

I can be anything I want to be, but everyone will always see what I look like first

Demons, battles, masks, trust, anxiety

Welcome to a part of me

My honesty