BURNS AND BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL SCARS! Cracked! This mirror is useless to me Cause I can't see myself at all, clearly I see a broken, shattered version of me Bits and pieces, never complete. Cracked! This mirror is useless to me. Flat! This make-up is useless to me The mascara makes a masquerade of me The foundation, a promotion of notions I still don't believe Buried under heavy cosmetic artistry, it alters how I look, but not how I feel Flat! This make-up is useless to me. Grand! That adjective use to be me My face, my skin, my body was the wealth of me My worth, I measured by only what could be seen Now it's gone, and all of a sudden I feel unseen I'm invisible to the world, but even I can't see me Grand! That adjective use to be me Burned! Is all that could be said of me "Fire purifies gold", or so I was told, yet look at me Charred, and scarred, with very little left of me The Me that once was, engulfed, incinerated, evaporated completely I can...
I write about trauma, silence, resilience and the hidden weight people carry.