The Ugly Truth

She is different. She knows it. And she loves it.

Her guile sits prettily underneath her charm, perceived by all as wit. She designed herself not to be engrossed in her own repute, for she fears yappy gobs that might spread rumors that come with publicity. She does not love neither does she hate fame. She wants fame to love her.

She is different... in the way she prefers to stay on the sidelines but still outshining others nevertheless. Her talent was not a secret, and so she never has to brag. But she is a proud person -for she has every reason to be.

She is different... in the way she hates but loves the ballyhoo she gets all the time; it is her charisma, a rare beauty that renders her untouchable though she loves watching them try and reach for her.

She is different, she knows it... They all know it. And they all love her.

But now... Now that she feels unseen, she feels unheard and that she is gradually losing her sheen until she was nothing but a shadow of her past glory, she felt dull. She was lifeless.

For years, she stayed away from the lime light, claiming she is now happy and contented to have only one true fan. This is true. Except she never admits that it is also because she is fearful of the thought that she's not ever to glint if ever she does otherwise. That was until she stepped on someone's lustrous circle.

It was a somewhat contagious candescent energy. It made her wish she had a secret fairy from which she can get pixie dusts and sprinkle it all over herself. Not for the purpose of flying, but to simply shine again. She misses the applause, the whooping cheers of onlookers, and the happy attention of her watchers. She misses it all. She wants it all.

She became obsessed on how to get back on the spotlight, ready to step into the dark side because where more would she shine brighter than in the dark, right?

And shine again she did. It was mind-boggling that she is prepared to risk anything, anything at all, just so she would be glittery again; just so every pair of eyes will never look away from her again.

But one did. She has forgotten about him. Sans forethought, she let her newfound fame waver her affinity for her only true fan.

This is the ugly truth about her. She is the metamorphosis gone wrong. It was as if she were a beautiful butterfly that turned back into a caterpillar. She has changed for the worse.

She is different from before. She knows it. And she hates it. I know you all hate it.