The Good and The Ugly

There's something unbearable about being seen as 'good'.

The good friend. The good neighbor. The genius student. The godly daughter. I can't even count the number of sacrifices that must be made in order to keep this act up. Why must we destroy the people we love and turn them into gods they never asked to be? Why is womanhood the alter we die on to be seen as beautiful?

Why is it that, when everything is said and done, we can only remember them as the monsters they eventually became? I mean, that's how monsters are born; when our saintly patroness was all too human and reminded the world just ugly we truly are.