It’s about her! She was entangled in the ropes of her own personality. She herself didn’t know who she was. Her chaotic life made her more confused. People around her tried to shape her as they wanted, but she resisted. She didn’t know why she couldn’t conform to the beliefs, attitudes, norms and perspectives of the people around her, for she was too young to know such things. She was constantly at war against herself, her condition, and the people around her. Everything she did was absurd because she had so many absurd things happening around her and she was too young to comprehend all that. No one tried to understand her and tried to make a puppet out of her instead.
She was rebellious, she didn’t know that, but she was. In every step she took, there was a note of rebellion. She looked for ways to avenge, though unconsciously. There was a destruction going on inside her, caused by people and herself. She was the one who was being destroyed, as well as the one who was destroying. The world made her a weapon of mass destruction!
She was just a little girl in her early teenage, living a chaotic and absurd life, having a broken family, a confused self, shattered confidence and tangled, complex mind. She was unable to be what everyone wanted her to be because she was different. And the dilemma was that she was in a very different place with very different mindsets. She had a life of miseries of her own. She was conflicted. She had no idea who she was.
But time passed, and as she grew up, her mind grew more complex. She was not yet mature enough to see who she really was. But she was old enough to see that whatever happened around her, and to her, was not acceptable to her. She grew more aggressive and rebellious. She was not ready to accept the injustice that people posed on her. Her situation and circumstances made her full of revenge. She was an odd.
Whatever happened to her and how she reacted was an obvious sign that she was not one of them, she was different, unique! She had the most sensitive soul, the most delicate heart and the most complex mind. She was beautiful. No one liked her, everyone looked down upon her with disgust. But this was not her fault. It was the fault of others who could not see who she really was. They never knew her. They were incapable of recognizing her beauty.
But now she knows who she is. She is trying to define herself. People around her have somehow accepted that she can not be tamed. She knows that she is the only one who can tame that monster. She knows that she is wild but beautiful. She knows that she can not conform to the world. She has accepted that people won’t accept her for who she is. She has just stared to see herself, there is so much more that she has to see. She is just starting a journey, a journey of self discovery, and so much more is yet to come on her way ahead. One day, indeed, she will make a difference!