I want to change something,
perhaps my hair.
I could have a cascade of blood red locks
or a ruddy autumn leaf gold
Maybe a deathly blue
or the mystical turquoise of a chemical filled pool
I could be green like envy
or pink like a forlorn flower
How about silver like the moon
or yellow like a flickering, angry fire?
I could make it brown, black, white, purple, orange,
hell, maybe even rainbow just to tell the world I'm here,
yet it won't change a thing.
I want to change something because,
it will mend my heart.