Carefully, she wraps herself in her very own, invisible cloak, one just like how Harry Potter had except not quite
For only the innermost layer of her being is hidden, the one she’d only show when she was at home
Nobody should know, Nobody should ever know
Hide who you are because nobody would like the real you
“I hate women who talk too much, I hate loud women, I hate opinionated women”
Her voice was too loud because her words were too loud
She talked too much because she said things that they were not equipped to hear
Their sneers, their lips curled in dissatisfaction, the way they looked at her
And so she decided it’d be better to hide, to change for them, to not have to deal with their hatred
To have at least one person like you, real or fake
Someone who’d like, perhaps not her, but HER
The person she had created, the persona she had nurtured
She became quiet, secluded
Why don’t they like me!? What’s wrong with me!?
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Everything was wrong.
She straightened her hair
She used makeup to make her features smaller
More suited to their tastes
Her clothes were all the colors she hated but they loved it so it changed
It all changed
She manifested her desires onto her own body
Her interests faded away, she poured herself into created someone new
A new life
Perhaps if she continued this, someday
It’d really become her
She’d really become the person everyone loved
That society loved
But then she became a wannabe, a poser
“5 Signs She’s Trying Too Hard”
Whatever she did, it was never enough
So why bother trying?
Why change for people who wouldn’t remember your name, much less how you looked, in a couple of years?
So I stopped.
I decided it was easier to be who I like, than who they liked.
My hair to my nose, to how much I talk to the way I talk, was all perfect
Because it was mine. Not hers.