Walls

She was tired of it all. The yelling, the screaming, the fighting that always happened. Mental wars, and wars among attitudes. Everyone was always waiting for the other to put up the white flag.
Say something, and the other person would do the opposite. Do something wrong, and you get punished. Even look at a person the wrong way, and you get messed up.
Someone once told her that you don't always have to fight all the time. They were wrong. She's tried not fighting, and that got her even more hurt. She lost herself, trying to please people all the time. She lost her essence, and she didn't even enjoy anything, even the moments of peace. Yes, there was more peace on the outside, but on the inside, she was yelling, kicking, and screaming like a banshee.
Tears poured out of her eyes every night, tired of the insults that she heard, even though she didn't deserve to hear them. So, instead of being walked all over, she made a mask.
On the inside, she was what the horoscopes of a Cancer described: soft, and sensitive. She cared for everyone and everything around her, and clung to the traditions that she knew.
But the mask that she now wore was perfect: she was the complete opposite. She was rude, and she didn't care what other people thought of her. Insults flew out of her mouth, left and right, and she wreaked havoc on other people's thoughts and feelings.
Slowly, the thought came to her. Who was she to treat other people this way? She was as worse as the people who made her create the mask. So she created another one.
She created one that could deceive other people's minds, make everyone think she was alright. She made everyone think that nothing was going on, she had a good life. On the inside, she knew that she wasn't. Even through the time of peace, there was always a little voice in her head saying it was going to start soon.
And it was right. The wars began again, screaming, fighting, little twisted mind games. She had her mask on, she was tough and rude and she was wreaking havoc on others, standing up to anger personified. But on the inside, she was still the little Cancer, that got stabbed by a knife by every insult, who wanted to die when someone looked at her and said something mean.
She never forgot her essence though, she never forgot who she was. Because she had alone time after her battles, and tears always seeped out.

But with other people, she was the perfect, happy go lucky, smiling girl. Whose heart was so protected, it was encased in stone. She deceived others, but never got the satisfaction of knowing that they accepted her for who she truly was.