Not Pretty Anymore

I cut my hair, I am not pretty anymore

The locks of hair that caressed my face in the morning are gone

I look in the mirror and find someone else staring back

The girl with wavy brown hair is there no more

I cut my hair, I am not pretty anymore

Should I be sad or worried

Why do I feel so relieved?

Perhaps this was my freedom after all

I cut my hair, I am not pretty anymore

People cut their hair for various reasons

Rebel, Busy Schedule, No time for hair care

Brushing your hair is yet another chore

I cut my hair, I am not pretty anymore

They were long enough to hide my eyes from the world

Maybe that’s why I kept them long

Kept my soul concealed from all

I cut my hair, I am not pretty anymore

Because I don’t need to be

Like a phoenix, I have risen from the ashes of my old life

There is no reason to run and no reason to hide

So come look at me, look into my eyes

Doesn’t matter if I am not pretty anymore

Because I wasn’t born to be a toy

I am a hot supernova, be cautious or you’ll burn