Ivy Anxious

Ivy Anxious was a blonde
Dyed died brunette
With big blue eyes that drank in seas
And lips stuck any color she pleased

Though Ivy Anxious limped a little
And sometimes found herself in hospital
She reached for her dream of
Being best at hair styling

And most days you could catch her
At salon boot camp sequestered
And squished in between
Egos and very high esteem

Ivy Anxious never felt that well
Even dreaming was a kind of hell
Waking screaming some days
Early in the morning

And at points stuc...