I know Ive seen her before.

A first glance may deceive one for her bashful and reluctant ways, but eventually, this deception is outgrown by depth and intricacy. The smile that never failed to radiate her keen ambition fell upon the immediate recognition of others. To the many with whom she had crossed paths with, she was close to being ideal. But to the few who knew her very well, she had been diagnosed with incurable drama.

Time escaped her without nothing more than a lapse of age. Compared to her past, she was less the optimist, and more the doubting Thomas. The smile had been stiffly moulded to her face but it instantly disappeared from sight when no one was looking. Her ignorance of the many doors that opened as she passed by them ramified into fickleness and restlessness. She developed intolerance of anything that thwarted and hindered her from finding a way out. But little did she know that it was she who refused to pay attention to her liberty.

One familiar to even the best of us, her first step to recovery was owning up to her fear. It was from that very same fear that her acuteness to insensitivity arose. She had always known she was worth more, but she never knew exactly what she was worth. She grew tired of the tedious cycle she had thrown herself into. Tired of the hesitations, exhausted by the complications, and irked by the monotony, she had had enough.

Until now, she continues to wring every once of goodness that pervades her reality.
I still see her - still with that smile and the incurable drama immortalized by her soul - only, stronger.