I am a piece of paper and I have been ripped to pieces. These pieces were placed back together and glued again. I've been repaired and I'm now whole again. Put together by the same hands that tore me apart and I don't know if I should smile or I should frown. Should be happy or sad when I'm so fragile that I'm scared of the wind. Scared to look in someones eyes and let them see what's on the inside. What may show from years of doubting my very existence, doubting the face in the mirror looking back into hollow eyes. Eyes that show not but the pure absence of light.
I am what remains after everything else has been taken. Even greedy hands with a belly full of appetite don't want me because I am stained. Stained with a mark that I fear will never be rubbed away, I am the spilt coffee on your computer that just ruined your day and I may make you feel invincible but I will never be more than a take away.
art: @sara.miller