365 Days of Pain

 

An eighteenth birthday,

A happy day for some,

A painful day for me

 

That day I became a bonde,

As well as a burn victim,

And the recipient of a year full of pain

 

In a salon full of people I cry,

With bleach boiling on my flesh,

I feel molten lava pouring over my brain,

Yet I’m told this tingle is normal

 

I’m told it’s not that bad,

But the doctor says otherwise,

Heat and chemical burn cover me

 

My ears,

My neck,

My scalp,

 

Puss,

Blistering,

Bleeding

 

My birthday,

Easter,

Family Gatherings,

Ruined

 

Everyday I cry,

Even in sleep I am haunted by pain.

My life is a nightmare of agony

 

But it’s not over yet,

Prom is creeping closer

A sparkly and stressful mess,

Especially when your flesh is peeling off

 

For three days I cried,

For with each coming day,

more of my scalp fell off,

Now there is a palm sized hole in my head,

 

I grin and bare it though,

Covering my wound I still go to prom,

And for my determination I am rewarded,

With severe a staph infection

 

Like my school colors,

my wound oozes green and yellow,

 

It itches,

It burns,

And for months it tries to heal,

Lucky for me,

It does

 

Leaving me with a grapefruit sized scar

And more than enough hats to cover it,

Eventually surgery fixes it,

Sort of

 

My scar is still there,

Now about the size of a fat finger,

Leaving me with a constant reminder,

Of my 365 days of pain