From an early age her father told her she was born lucky
She was prodigy
There fire in heart and the very fabric of her sole
An intense desire to be perfect
She not did allow for so much as hair out place
She was the best
She had to be
For should this prove untrue
She would lose the favor of the only parent that proved of her
That could not happen
She would not allow it
She would not be a failure like her brother
Weak like her mother
No matter what others may call her
Crazy, a monster, prodigy
She was all these things but she did not care
She didn't complain or cry to others
No she didn't have sob stories
She wasn't pathetic like everyone around her
So what if her mother thought her a monster
So what if her uncle thought her Crazy
So what if her friends only remained so out of fear
So what if her traitor of brother hated her
She was a prodigy
So long as welded her eclectic blue flames she would have her father's favor
That's all she needed
Her father's approval
The Fire lord's approval
So long as she had these things the others did not matter
It didn't matter
That as the years went by
That days dragged on more and more
That she was forced to train harder
Learn faster
Be better
Make no mistakes
She could do all these things
She was a prodigy after all
She had no need for anything else
People were but tools
Nothing short of perfect was acceptable
Everything else had lost all meaning
She had once asked herself when the world became so dull
But quickly dismiss the question
For it was foolish
For the world had not changed
She had merely realized the truth
It had never mattered
Her life, her abilities, friends and family
They were all meaningless
Meaning came only though success
Therefore she had no meaning
She failed to kill the avatar
She failed to capture her brother
Failed to gain the affections of her mother
And finally she failed to rule as fire lady
She was no prodigy
She was not good enough to be worthy of the term
No she was merely a 14 year girl
A girl that could not even claim to have lost everything
For she had nothing in the first place
Her mother was right
She was a monster and that hurt, even if only a little
Because deep down it did matter
Though this was not a new revelation
The fact that her father had been wrong however was
It was only now that she sat strapped down to a chair, while her brother ruled
That she was able to see
She was not born lucky
Azula was, if anything one of the most unlucky people ever born
For had she had the prober guidance and love she may have ended up more like her brother