The Souls That Surprise You

You left me here with nothing, taking even the rain with you.

A blank slate, a barren land.

My mascara stains my hands; platinum hair is matted to my face by tears.

Hives line my frown(smile) lines, blood stains through the band-aid that's trying(failing) to fix everything.

But you must have not met a soul like mine before.

You must not have seen a fire start from a flicker of an ember.

Because, if you had, you'd know that I will find a way to grow on barren land,

I will decorate the blank slate with all of the unicorn dreams I had as a child.

I will reapply mascara, blow-dry my hair, heal the hives and rip the band-aid off. 

I will prove to you that I can survive, and I will show them that they can survive too. 

<3 M.