Red Wiry Hair

Red wiry hair that mocks my beauty.

Pale skin that strips me, leaving me naked of my confidence.
Beautiful emerald green eyes that only see judgement.
Build up insecurities which I can no longer bare.
Gestures and comments which I can clearly see through
And still you are present in my life like a ticking clock persisting hour after hour.
Yearning to let go of the memories of you,
But still I maintain to  hold as the thorns cut through my wrist bleeding away my happiness.

Taking chances, putting myself on the line, opening up
To only be laughed at by these four walls who witness my failures.
Like a rock I harden to then be melted by your smile,
To only re-harden becoming more dead than before.
Your wiry red hair shows a reflection of someone who I no longer know.
What has become of me?

The simple act of friendship doesn't even compel you.
What are you afraid of?
Someone as vulnerable and idiotic like me cannot cause any harm.
I've been broken and battered by the rejections of others and the weight of the world.
So what is there to lose?

"Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here"
These lines that slipped through your lips curse you as a liar
For a simple "Hello" you won't even answer to