Life was never nice to her.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't good
but it was life and she accepted it. Even if she could she wouldn't change a thing.
She wore a thick pale armour, skin that for a long time didn't feel like her own.
Her feelings were ironed stamped on her heart so deep that sometimes she fell apart.
She got use to feeling like she was drowning in tears while her cheeks were dry.
Her hair flowed with the wind and she smiled and smiled and smiled again to convince herself that one day her scars would stop ripping appart.
Her skin, now her favorite part, held dots, dots that didn't mean anything except to her.
She told herself that everytime she laughed or cried a new freckle would appear... "One day they'll hide me whole, one day emotions will be temporary and I'll be free."