girl who cried wolf - a metaphor

she is a lone wolf.
a brave, strong wolf that snarls her way out at any attacks from others when being hurt. she snarls and glares, making herself look untouchable—her heart to be specific. she might not win any alpha's heart if she's an omega, or vice versa, she might not win a battle if she has to be a beta, but she, alone, is a strong wolf. a very strong, lone wolf.

it is sad that she has to achieve something to prove that she is something, somebody, and is worth it. it is sad that no wolf wants to be alone and it is never a choice until the heart accepts and gets immuned to it that it wants no company. because what's the point of having a company (or companies) that is temporary? a company that the heart knows won't last. a company that, like many others that the heart and brain can recall, leaves and never stays.

she wants to prove herself and shows what she has got but her life and fate have always backstabbed her efforts because she is a mere little, lone wolf that no one would bother to take a turn to look at. a boring-looking chub pup that stays low with no twinkles in her eyes, no shines in her hair. she might win a winter battle like some other wolves in the district do but she never receives as much recognition and this happens throughout her life that she is just too tired to prove herself. so she gives up and stays being the knows-no-shit wolf, walking at the back with no pack. and everyday she walks with a mask. a mask full of smiles and ofc snarls. a mask of liveliness and content.

it is sad that she has to keep her cries and wimps inside because who would look at a crying, ugly wolf? who would at least have a moment and take a careful, caring glimpse at what she has been caging up deep inside her ribs? who would at least try to ask her convey her why's and how's, to understand her reasons in every little thing they belittle that she shrugs off with a laugh and only cries when she meets herself in her room, alone, or when she seeks comfort from herself in the shower letting the water and her tears indistinguishable, though the dark circles under her eyes prove the latter. so she admits to herself that she is strong even though she knows she is not, because strong is the only thing she can compliment herself with at the moment.

it is sad that she has been in the exact, same cycle her whole life, that she starts to wonder if it is just her. maybe she works out her nerve system too much but the sights she faces everyday say the otherwise.

and in the end of the day, all she can do is pat herself with her own tail,
"it'll be alright," she says.
"i'm stronger than i'll ever think," she says.