Many have described it a normal human emotion, but she begs to differ. If normal means having to walk through a door only to find empty stares and unspoken words hanging about the stale air, then she wouldnt even dare to think what beyond normal is.

She has not been marked by deprivation of social or physical necessities. Although she remains on a par with most of her peers, she has struggled to keep up with the balance of her life's many facades. She has withstood encounters with the best and the worst while trying to keep up with expectations put on her back. The thin diguise has had served its purpose well, but the gush of blatant confessions always blew her cover.

Evidently, the young girl knew much about what should and could be done with the people who came up to her. More or less, her silence was given and her presence was felt right when they were needed by another. And even though it all seemed to fit perfectly in the image that others painted of the girl, no one but her knew that a different story was concealed.

She has begged for the drama to be spared of all its monstrosity knowing that it would only make things worse. But holding back would only do just that. She was free from all the emotional progression during the day, when the sun continued to shine upon the girl who strived for perfection. But when everyone was gone, she would lie on her bed till dawn breaks and stare at her abstract hope for change.

It was all she wanted and needed. But when she finally got it, she could barely grasp the thought of what had hit her. Her decision to please her own perfections and evils pushed them away, and at the end, she was left with almost nothing. The fault was never hers, but somehow, she is still to be blamed.

The people closest to her never knew, when all the while, she badly wanted them to know. But they never did. And it was only a matter of time before she gave up and let go...