Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

There was once a girl. An ordinary girl. With an ordinary life, living with an ordinary family in an ordinary house. She was not the prettiest, nor the cleverest, nor the richest. But there is something extraordinary about her, something unheard before, something an ordinary girl should never had. For ever since she can remember, she believes she has been carrying a curse. May you live your life as people around you live, May you make bonds as people around you make, May you grow and learn as do people around you, May you speak and be heard as do people around you. But until the end, never shall you speak truth of your heart, Until the end, never shall you speak of things in the deep of your desires, Until the end, shall you choke upon the words of your true feelings, Until the end, forever shall your tongue be tied.

Liar, they said. Deceiver, they said. Untrue, they said Two-faced, they said. I was contemplating. Am I? Do I? But I do not lie. I was merely creating alternatives from a hint of truth. I do not deceive. I was merely subtly indicating of things that may or may not be. I am not untrue. I was merely not letting out all the truth to deluded minds. I am not a two-faced. I was merely relieving my contradicting self. Will you scorn me for that? Will you scorn me for lending a better reality to sooth frightened hearts? Will you scorn me for not blatantly speak of what I am not certain? Will you scorn me for holding the truth to minds who would only repel it? Will you scorn me for embracing two contradicting poles, even if both are the true me? If it is so, then perhaps I am true to all your sayings. Or perhaps, it is you who are too blind to see.