main character malfunction

i get it. you see me in the spotlight, and you must think, this is one hell of a woman. maybe you saw in me everything you were told you were not allowed to become.

but you forgot that powerful women still bleed. we still break. we still come home, take off the dress, remove the face we wore for the world, and sit with grief that does not care how loved we looked outside.

everything you admire about me was built beside everything that destroyed me. you saw the woman. you missed the war.