The Lady in the Hair Salon
 
She is a happy depressed
Covering up her sadness with honey blonde highlights
And too wide smiles.
But you can tell,
Always you can tell
The fake from the real.
Hairspray aura around her head
Laughter,
Too much laughter.
Shutupshutupshutup, lady.
Even her little son can tell
Her smiled 'Iloveyous' are dead,
As she flips through an old magazine.
As she stares blankly inside of herself.
Where was it you went wrong?

By heyachristina

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