Cracked Nail Polish

She was like a mirror
With no reflection
A empty canvas
Without an artist

She was lost in the abyss
Of Stress and Anger
Belittled and Worthless
Unloved and Uncared for

No mother to be proud of her
A father who she never knew, who died
Siblings who were far greater, in societies eyes
Friends who vanish into the unknown
When needed

She was empty
A failure in the eyes of the beholder
She was the first chip on a cup when it breaks
Pushed to the back of the cupboard
So nobody sees her mistakes

She was the darkness in the night,
The one you quickly left for the light
She was the freezing temperature
that froze your gentle skin

She was the women nobody saw
The won who braved the storm, and rid the waves
Of sadness and pain
But She knew her place

She feared Dolls
And beard Stubble
Hands in the dark and loud voices
She was Unique, But Plain

She was Imperfect
In ways you wouldn't understand
She was Perfect
In ways you wish you did
She was a Warrior
In battles most never one

Nobody Could Take that away
She was the crack in your nail polish
The one you tried to save
By putting on another coat of Happiness
To mask the pain

But even a crack can be beautiful
She found beauty in the Ugly
She will be okay
Because under the cracked nail polish
There is always a base

To build a new foundation
To build a new way
Because even if the first layer cracks
She will always find a way
to
SURVIVE