Pale skin, so delicate
so vulnerable.
Rivers of blue and green rushing with little red armies.
Shall I get to see my soldiers?
Am I really that brave?
All it takes is
one swift movement
to display the armies in their ravishing reds
rushing out and invading my outer-being.

The soldiers will forever more leave their mark.
An external reminder of internal turmoil.
Alas, I am far too weak.
I continue to fight off these soldiers whilst attempting to replace my false brave armour.