To leave a side of me I loved so much

Was the eye brow cut not a dream? Was the cream not dangerous when it comes in your eye or touches on your face? Wasn't I doing it anyway? Hair color change I wanted to do, has the color not changed, bright blonde, Was that what you wanted? The ends plumb, Was that what you wanted? The front white. Bright colored. Why are you wondering that you get a scream? A slap? Have you washed it away? How got it to be brown now? Have I woken up? It happend to quickly, In the mirrow I saw my face disfructured, Why did I not feel anything, were between my eyes not a big space? Was infront of me not standing a person I didn't like? Or because I always felt bad? And I don't want to feel the same about me? I don't have the same legs. Chin anymore. And got more fatter. But I am still, like I was before. Alone in my room.