Painted Glass

She used to be see through,

The glass girl in the shadows.

 

Fragile and delicate with a smile that held a universe of stars

was planted on her face.

 

She was easy to read.  Her personality was always on display,

until one day they brought the paint.

 

A drop from a word here,

A dab from a sneer there.

And drop by drop they painted the glass dark.

 

No colors but red and black, the colors of pain.

Blocking out any clear spots that showed the brightness of the day.

 

And over time, she accepted the paint.

She stopped trying to wipe it off.

Stopped trying to wash it away.

Until all she was, was a mess of black and red paint.