Woman In A Box

Once upon a time there was a girl, a smart girl. Clever but not beautiful, something she tilted to her advantage. "If you're not beautiful, you can at least be smart," she told herself. So she became invisible. People were always trying to hurt her and she was tired of it. She started to make herself small and seem unknown. The people around her were always trying to get her into a place where they could take advantage of her trust. But when she started to rely on her cleverness and her instincts, she could see how those tricks were going to play out.She used every tool in her possession to protect her back.

Even her own father, a man that she loved, the only one she would ever trust, tried to make her something she could never be. He is forever trying to cram her into this tiny box of "positivity". She is a cynical realist with pessimistic tendencies, "happy" doesn't come into her equations. When she told him that people were always trying to shove her into a box, some preconceived notion of what she should be in their eyes. He told her that no one was trying to do that to her. She didn't tell him that she wasn't, at the moment, talking about everyone else. She was talking about him. He is the one that is trying to cram her into this tiny box! She cannot be that person, that happy slappy fool, grinning from ear to ear like a crazy person on antidepressants.

She will always be herself, because she is the only woman she can trust. She is trying to be strong and follow her instincts. She'll follow the path she feels is right, in spite of everyone.