Her chocolate skin is bruised, her ego is shattered on the floor like glass
Glistening before her. She cries every night but to the expense of no one. Walks around her home as if she is a ghost, at times wondering if she too is alive. Dying inside, buried behind a bubbly facade she tries tell herself it will get better. She is failing but doesn't care, she doesn't care much about anything. Why should she. She herself is too much of a burden to carry yet it is inevitable and she must go on carrying a weak and fragile soul mended back together and broken repeatedly. Objects of affection turn to objects of destruction. Things that matter slowly slip away. What's her name you ask? Unlucky. She left barely hanging on and almost without support. Mama dearest supposed to love her but mama dearest is her biggest enemy. Fills Unlucky's head full with lies and words that shatter her over and over again. "You're nothing....Who are you trying to be like...She don't give a shit about you ...You'll never be like her...." The words that kill leaves her empty and dry begging for water. The house talks about her. Unlucky the girl who nobody loves. Her arms reaches out and tries ever so desperately to grow leaves of self love...But she is a tree without a seed, sustained on whimsy. Dreaming of a world where she can be free. She regains sanity. But the turmoil gets heavier and she starts to scream but the household stands and watch as she tormented relentlessly. Their heads shake and blame her for their mistakes. Her name is Unlucky. She has her hopes set on finding love with someone else, this she knew would be toxic. She fond it. Then lost it. She is still searching but tells herself that if no one can she can do it by herself. Damaged to point beyond repair she hides under make up and compliments. Her best friend for 11 years is slowly going mad...Unlucky's lifeline is depleting slowly. Strength is a virtue and she has yet to find it. Her soul needs to evolve into the phoenix it's meant to be. when things go good they quickly go bad. Nothing good was ever meant to stay. Little gizmo and gadgets always end up broken a true reflection of herself. Mirrors sadden her as they can only reflect what's on the outside giving her no reassurance for what's inside. Unlucky's going to pack her bags and leave, living on the streets. Why? there is no where else she could be.
