Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Epilogue

She may appear strong and confident but inside, she is scared and weak. In front of acquaintances she draws up her armour and tries to be opinionated but those she holds dear know her secret. The armour is merely a veil, a flimsy piece of tracing paper that tears easily. Behind this veil resides an insecure heart that is very much susceptible to attack. In truth, she feels inferior most of the time and worries often about how others see her. She fears to be alone so she makes the most she can of her armour to let people believe the reverse. When she feels hurt she appears angry but agitation is nothing but a facade to mask her unhappiness. Her voice shakes not of fury but of agony, her heart pounds not of indignation but of desolation, her eyes tear not of wrath but of misery. She yearns for acceptance from those around her; she craves for love and companionship from the ones she care for.

Within the confines of her fortress, she cries despondently. She wonders whether she is a nuisance. She wonders if she is an annoyance. She is always in self-doubt, judging and finding fault with herself, hoping for the day that may never come, the day that she will bloom into the flower that will captivate the bees.

She is trapped in her worsest fears by none other than she herself. And who to free her but her alone. Alas... She may appear strong and confident but inside, she is scared and weak.

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