A closed book.

"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don't know why we are sad, so we say we aren't sad but we really are."

She is an epitome of character - An introvert she may appear to new acquaintances, demanding and rather hard to please by those under her leading wings, a true perfectionist attest to the reliability of those who has worked with her before and a friend, a friend indeed, to the lucky and worthy ones.

She walks with an air of confidence about her, often mistaken for arrogance, but really people are just too quick to judge. She doesn't mind. And when she speaks, subtly but stern, you know she is someone who wants her voice to be heard and her points to be made clear. She is full of ideas, a profound thinker, and that is no foreign affair to her lecturers and peers. She is defiant when need be, just when she feels unjustified and wrongly incriminated and she sticks by her beliefs no matter the weather.

But no human being is perfect as much as they try to be because we are born with flaws we need to embrace. And as much as she hates to admit it, sometimes she wishes for a chance to fix things that are broken by her own parsimonious and negligence.

Just like how she gets triggered easily by pure act of stupidity and can erupt like a fiery volcano, sometimes she can get sad and lonely too. But nobody knows the stories behind her melancholies, because she is like a book that you never get to read, burned into flames before you could even get your hands on it.

She is a closed book with the chapters untold.