Once there were days where I couldn't look in the mirror, for I might see her. I hated how those eyes held so much sadness, and how her face was always breaking out. She wanted to force her reality on to me, but I didn't want it. My zone was perfect and she would shatter the illusion I worked so hard on. I didn't hate her, but I was deeply afraid of her. I lived in ignorance and I enjoyed it, but when I got home she was always waiting. I don't think she meant any harm, but everywhere she went, chaos came with her. The ugliness, the weirdness that they saw in her, they put it on me. 

It took along time for me to accept and see her beauty. I should have took the time to understand her, to love her. Because that's all she needed. She was no monster, she was a star. It took awhile to  understand her brightness, but once I did I admired her for it. Now when I look at her, I don't cower in fear, I stand in greatnesss.