'What is it?'...... 'I am sorry'...Saying this her voice trailed away and her throat choked.She couldn't make eyes meet because hers were flooding with tears. Tears that were the sole witness to the fact that she had lost faith and confidence in herself. Tears that were ready to drop down and burst open on how much and what all she had lost or at least she thought she had.
She slowly walked away, with her head hanging down from those shoulders and her heart burning with hatred. Hatred because she was always both- the non understanding AND the misunderstood. It was not like she cared, not like she could either. The wall was meant to save her from all the cold winds that blew against her face. The wall was built for that. As a child, when others were busy building castles of prince charmings on white horses, she was busy building a fortress.. one that was the rainy days, one that would save her from everything that she had wanted to run away from, one that had finally made her all vulnerable in the eyes of the world.
Playing the Queen of a fortress behind these walls, she forgot what the real world was like. She didn't want the real world anymore.... because there they did not care if she was the Queen, they did not treat her well, there they shunned her away, did things that would disgust her soul to hell, there they looked at her as though she had dropped down from a place they would never want to tread into. But there she was, telling the world that she loves, she cares, she cries , it hurts and all that she wants is a chance to change herself... from being 'the lonely Queen of the fortress behind 'those' walls' to someone whom the world would never point a finger at....
She slowly walked away, with her head hanging down from those shoulders and her heart burning with hatred. Hatred because she was always both- the non understanding AND the misunderstood. It was not like she cared, not like she could either. The wall was meant to save her from all the cold winds that blew against her face. The wall was built for that. As a child, when others were busy building castles of prince charmings on white horses, she was busy building a fortress.. one that was the rainy days, one that would save her from everything that she had wanted to run away from, one that had finally made her all vulnerable in the eyes of the world.
Playing the Queen of a fortress behind these walls, she forgot what the real world was like. She didn't want the real world anymore.... because there they did not care if she was the Queen, they did not treat her well, there they shunned her away, did things that would disgust her soul to hell, there they looked at her as though she had dropped down from a place they would never want to tread into. But there she was, telling the world that she loves, she cares, she cries , it hurts and all that she wants is a chance to change herself... from being 'the lonely Queen of the fortress behind 'those' walls' to someone whom the world would never point a finger at....
Will she make it? Would she be able to bring that wall down?
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