I looked at the mirror and I saw a girl wearing a…

I looked at the mirror and I saw a girl wearing a huge bandaid . I stared at it so long that the girl's face started to become blurry and the bandaid was the only thing that I kept seeing clearly. Curiosity strikes , what is the wound behind the bandaid , is it healed yet , so I kept on checking it again and again and something in me felt alive when I see that it was still there the wound fresh as new. Even when it tried to be better i just picked it out of habit , I couldn't let it go ,not without a scar. The bandaid I need it , a soldier without a battle scar may not be a warrior or a hero to others. So I fed that fire that once kept me warm knowing it was now burning everything that was once mine, I fed it with memories, hurt , anger . But where's that girl wearing the bandaid , she was so much more , her smile , her dreams , her peace where did that go ? Maybe there will be no scar. Maybe there will be no ashes, no evidence left behind. But I know it was real. I know I survived. And maybe that is enough. So let the wound close. Let the fire rest. Let the bandaid fall away. So when I look into the mirror again , I'll see the girl take the spotlight and not the old bandaid.