The apple
falls far from the tree
she's rotten and so beautiful
She hides inside herself. She's carefully constructed a wall around her, protecting her from harsh reality. Using just the right ingredients to keep her sane. Denial formed the foundation, carefully laid out so it would be almost hidden beneath everything else. So no one but her, the creator would know it was there. On top of it she had carefully placed the steel supports of longing, a feeling that twisted at her heart every day. Then she began to pour her concrete. A mixture of the 'what-ifs' that never left her mind, the anger she felt –towards herself and all those around her- and the tears that lulled her to sleep nearly every night.
And finally, she painted over it with memories. Her memories of how things were before she lost him to the fists of war. It is how she makes people believe she's healed. Because the person they see is just a wall of despair, sugar-coated with a make-believe personality stolen from a girl, nearly a stranger now, who existed in a world where bad things only ever happened to everyone else, a world where everything was so incredibly perfect.
A world that she sometimes doubts ever existed.