Her skin was like a map
So much to see, to discover.
She had hidden routes
Lines crossing each other's paths.
Every road tells a different story.
She was beautiful, but damaged.
She was worn and torn by those who did not appreciate what she did for them.
When you looked at how torn she was you could see the story creasing in the paper
Every tear, every rip had its own story
Nothing could repair her
No amount of tape could piece her back together.
She had made some tears of her own
Jagged lines crossing the routes
Trying to take control of the stories
She was beautiful, but damaged.
About the Creator
Kailey Lynn
Kailey, a small and unnoticeable ant in a field of lions. Her life is like riding the never ending merry go round with pictures and videos playing of everything bad that's ever happened, memories plastered on the walls for everyone to see.
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