The Half-hearted Rebel
She’s always known she wasn’t meant for society. She’s been the misfit; the little rainbow with no pot of gold at the end; the dog-eared page in the book you like that you kept flipping back to. She’s always been something out of the ordinary, and she’s always tried so hard for it. She’s hyper-aware of all her cages and all her chains, and she knows she has to be free. But what then? She’s been caged for so long that the flower she was has taken roots. She’s dug herself a grave she can’t escape from without uprooting herself. The question is, even if she breaks her chains, Will she tear her roots out? There come instances, but rarely, when the Rebel tears her roots out before the breaking of the chains. That’s when the Artist is born.