I'm thinking of dyeing my hair blue

As a big ol' fuck you

But to whom?

Not my parents

Though maybe that's what's expected of someone my age

Not my "haters"

The only one that makes itself known is my own mind.

I think it's meant to be a middle finger to my insecurities

It'll make me feel good in the moment

Until I succumb to them again

Just with a new hair color

As fuel for the flames.

The dye isn't permanent, but it feels like these insecurities are.