Thick-Skinned

She had a flair for drama, trouble was her middle name,
She liked to spark up controversy and fan it til it turned to flames.
The fire grew around her, and of course she did get burned,
But she just got tougher and tougher at every single turn.

And her skin grew thicker and thicker
Until there was no kind of touch
That she could feel beneath the surface
Yet still she ached so much.


She worked and had no money, she fought until she bled.
She loved more than she got loved back, and then started all over again.
No crisis was avoided in fact, she jumped right in.
If ever she managed to succeed, shed fall back down again.

And her skin grew thicker and thicker
Until there was no kind of touch
That she could feel beneath the surface
Yet still she ached so much.


And when they asked her how did she survive?
Shed just smile and say, Im doing fine.


And her skin grew thicker and thicker
Until there was no kind of touch
That she could feel beneath the surface
Yet still she ached so much.


copyright Heather Johnson 2007.