This is two of two about Greek Myth. I think I like this one better, it was easier for me to connect with I guess. Anyways this is about Helen...

I guess I bear the guilt that all men seem to attach to women, for had I not perhaps the war would not have happened. And I would not be held responsible for the Fall of Troy, and the deaths of many people who should have lived. I am Helen, most often called Helen of Troy.

It is not my fault that I am beautiful but for once I wished someone could see beyond the beauty to see that inside I am still a young girl, terrified of my own shadow. Terrified of all the trouble I have brought to all who knew me.

My own brothers Castor and Polydeuces, my husband Menelaus, my lover Paris to whom I never should have been promised. I feel pity for people like Cassandra, sister of Paris, she died so far from her home land murdered by my sister, raped brutally by Ajax the Lesser and betrayed at the hands of her own twin brother.

I guess the start of my problems began when Theseus stole me away at the age of twelve. Luckily my brothers rescued me and I was returned home. I guess since then I have been known as the Fairest. I guess at that point I began flirting, pretending to be a strong woman instead of a pitiful little girl.

Once the fall of Troy came and I was reclaimed I expected nothing else but to be slain for being unfaithful at the hands of my husband. Yet for my beauty I was spared… curse the beauty that blinds men, they see not who I am!

Gods have meddled in my life too many times, Aphrodite curse her for making me love Paris and Zeus my own father who courted my mother in the guise of a swan and at my birth placed the constellation Cygnus in the skies.

I did not ask for beauty, I did not ask to be special. I didn't want innocent people brutally murdered for my return to Greece. I will never cleanse my hands of their blood, it looms over me like a death cloud. Perhaps if I had not loved Paris this would not have happened, perhaps if I had died Troy would still stand. There are too many perhaps in this question.

I have been alone for most of my life, perhaps it was merely the thought of love that seduced me away to Troy, the thought that someone could love me for something besides the beauty of a radiant face and clear eyes, of curled locks of hair.

I bear too much guilt and too much beauty with it all, Would that I were dead and mayhap this would not be my fault. Helen of Troy, Helen of Sparta, Helen the Fairest, Helen daughter of Zeus. Could I not be seen as simply Helen? As simply a woman longing to be loved for who she is not for her beauty?

I guess a doom hangs over beauty, not that I asked for it. The Trojan War was my fault and the deaths of many innocents my entire fault. Perhaps you have seen the Helen that people don't associate me with? You have seen the kind heart, beyond the beauty that makes men weak and women jealous.

I am Helen, merely Helen. If only the world could see beyond the beauty and not be blind. They would see Helen, Helen who simply longs to be loved.