The battle

The following is a story I wrote in my writing group...


There is no understanding her. One minute it's up and within seconds it's down. "Which one will we get?" we ask ourselves. How can a thing be hard and easy? good and bad? There is NO understanding her.
She is lost. Did I lose her? Am I supposed to still be the leader? She said I'm not, but I don't think she is a good enough leader and it hurts to watch her not care to get so lost. There is no understanding her.
I feel responsible. But I didn't lead her here. I tugged and tugged to the right, but she fell so far to the left. She is to blame. She made these choices to be up and down all at once. *sigh* There is no understanding her...
She says I don't try. That I just don't get it. How can anyone get her? There is no understanding her!
I do all I can. Damn my humanity that I can't be the superhero she had been dreaming of. But she says "I know you are human and its okay"?! there is NO understanding her.
She's blaming me. She can't take blaming herself... or maybe blaming herself is all she does and she needs a break?
No.
She is to blame - not me.
She's sick.
She's confused.
And after all, there is no understanding her...