It's Her.

She walks with confidence, without fear. She knows the world is full of backstabbers. She knows they’d hurt her, they’d misuse her. And now, they talk about her. But she paints the canvas of her grievous life with bright colours of smiles and love. Her palette full of colours of fake joy. She knows, one day, she will be genuinely blithe and untroubled. But till then, she musters all her courage up and survives. She was once a bubbly, cheerful girl, but the world changed her into a miserable, depressed lady. From a girl to a lady, in a matter of 2 years. Not physically, of course, but mentally.

Shook from acts of betrayal and hatred, she embarked on a journey of re-building herself. The only thing she’d hear would be whispers, all the same.

“It's her.”

But she’d ignore them and walk straight on with her chin up and a smile plastered on her face. The girl who once followed her heart, now followed her head. Her head wanted to show them they were nothing to her, to show them she was brave. But her heart said something else. Her heart wanted to cry out aloud, to shout out that they were cowards and backbiters, to tell them that they’d destroyed her. But she’d changed. Now she behaves like a puppet in the hands of society. She’s still sensible though. She’d cut off the threads as soon as she gets back to her feet. And she struggles with all her courage and she is fearless now. They think they manipulate her, but they do not know that she is mocking them. They don’t know she’s onto something big.