The madness we create.

This world has a strange way of showing us who we truly are. When they look at me from a distance, they see a beautiful girl with a great smile and good looks. That's it; no one sees the smart girl, the writer, or even the author, for crying out loud. Sadly, they try to break me into pieces so they can shape me how they want, but the jokes are on them. When they came closer and closer, they only saw what I was truly becoming from their creation: a mad woman. But they got me all wrong again. I don't want to hurt anyone with the hammer they used as a weapon to break me; the only weapon I need is the word of truth. They started to fear me because they knew they could not control me, and the strength I gained from the madness I survived.