Perspective
There were days where she longed to feel anything. Other days she longed to feel nothing. Always a monster, never a friend, never to be trusted and never to trust. She howled to the moon, breaking the silence of her thoughts, the night, breaking the mockery hidden behind fake smiles and empty pleasantries. Forever a moon child, with a stronghold of beliefs where she often stands alone. Was being alone truly a burden? Why no, it's just a matter of perspective.