Title: Broken Cliché
Genre: emo angst
Rating: G
Warnings: Will make you feel like an emo cutter

How clichéd is this? she wonders. Even in her misery she's unoriginal. It's been said time and time again--there's a smart beautiful girl with the world at her feet, watch as she crumbles and wonders what is wrong with her. Look at her doubt her beauty. Observe how she thinks she's dumb. She has so much going for her--she even knows it herself! And yet all it takes is a few, small, insignificant things to destroy her.

She has no control over it; she cannot hope to stop it. As much as she knows it isn't true, she feels doubly so that it must be. It is a strange paradox, this nagging voice inside her head that insists she's good for nothing. It's a small shrill thing, filled with meanness that pounds into her mind, constantly reminding her of her every flaw, magnifying each and every single one.

She took steps away from it. She tried to shut it up. She ignored it for a while. For a few months, a few blissful months, it was silent. Then it reared its ugly little head again. A few brief moments cannot hope to stand against years of practiced self torment. Once again she is filled with doubt. She looks at all she has done and picks it apart. She's stupid, she's ugly, she's dumb, she's plain... These are the words that won't go away.

It's not as if she wants it. Why would anyone want to hate herself? No one, not in there right mind. But maybe that's it, maybe she's crazy. More likely, she's broken. That would explain everything--wouldn't it? Her flaws, her mistakes, her wrongdoings--her obsession with all of these things--they can all be explained with the one word: broken. So that must be it--right? She's broken, defective and rendered unable to be fixed.

And the most pathetic part of it? She's damaged in the most clichéd way possible--not at all.