I'm not emo

“I’m not stupid!”

She does not realise the intensity of the words. She refuses to compromise or accept the fact that she is stupid. She is not brilliantly intelligent, but she is far from stupid. She had never allowed the world to classify her as lower-class, never did. She had made sure of that. Anytime she realises that she falls below the standards of the people around her, she will put in all her might to change that fact. But hearing this from her loved one was beyond what she could take. She was not a young girl that he could boss around any longer; she was not the naive youngster that she was 10 years ago. She has grown up to have her maturity level on her own. He never realised how much that she had grown; he still tries to convince her to do things his way. He can never seem to see things her way; he was just an authoritative being.

“I am fed up of your attitude!”

If only he understood the weight of his words, she thought, he would never have uttered those most important seven words that had changed her perception of him. She had became conscious of the raging thoughts in her head, the more she dwelled on it, the more she was more determined to make up her own stand. The rampant notions that are passing through her head at the moment are not the most pleasant ones she had ever felt.

The throb in her head intensified, her mind swirled into a rage that she had never before. It felt like a thousand of elephants were tap-dancing in her head as the pounding in her head started increased at a mile’s pace. Lifting her hand to clutch her head, she fell to the ground, wishing that the physical and emotional pain would evaporate.

As hurt as she was, she knew that she could not let show signs of weakness. Tears stung her eyes, threatening to reveal her vulnerability. She swallowed back those tears with great difficulty, and those tears dissolved into an aching glare.

As she fell to the ground, the only words that echoed through her mind were...

“I am not stupid.”