I hate the mornings; they’re all the same.

That feeling of awkwardness; still half asleep and in a daze.

I feel so small and alone.

All this pressure is suffocating.

I need to escape; I need some release.

I want to stay where I’m safe.

The cool metal makes me wince but I’m slowly overcome by clarity.

I feel stable now.

It’s time to get ready, put on that perfect smile.

The world is waiting for you to win them all over with your wit and charm.

They all want to be impressed.

But all I want is for these scissors to someday learn to cut hair.

~anonymous, Ontario, Canada