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Scotland, United Kingdom
I am an ambitious young woman that will do anything to keep my family happy. I will go to the extreme to keep my promises, as this aspect is vital in my own philosophies. I am not bound by gender stereotypes; it matters not whether I am a woman, for I am more of a man than many men out there. I am married to Macbeth, Thane of Glamis, a man who I give my all to. I will sacrifice my all, in order to ensure his happiness. Yet regardless of my femininity, I am a woman of power and control. I can be deceitful, manipulative and extreme, if it were necessary. My actions are not generally bounded by law and order. Overall I cannot be simply defined as one or the other, for there are many aspects that make me who I am today. I am both fair and foul, as many things in life.

Deceptions


My Father

When the People you Know Become the People youKnew


I feel abandoned and alienated just like in the picture. My mind has created a dark atmosphere from my lonliness.

Dear Diary,
Where I once was his ‘dearest partner in greatness’, I am now nothing but just a spectator. Though I want to believe that my husband still loves and respects me, I can’t help but feel alienated from him. Truthfully I am growing tired of his actions. The way he acted at the banquet was quite repulsive. I am repeatedly forced to takeover and cover for his stupid actions. I fear that he will soon expose the truth. I feel a bit regret in myself. Am I the reason for his paranoia? I can’t help but feel that had I not influenced him to kill the former royalty of Scotland, I wouldn’t have acted as the catalyst of his behavior. It worries me how our relationship has changed and continues to change greatly. Our intimacy has disappeared. Once he got the news from the three weird sisters, he immediately wrote to me. I was able to convince him to go through with the murder of Duncan. But now he doesn’t bother to discuss his problems or plans with me. All I get are vague responses. His behavior has caused so much anxiety in me; making me regret my decisions. Becoming the queen of Scotland means nothing when I don’t have the love of my dear king. I expected to feel happy by achieving my ambitions. Not only have I lost the love of my husband, I am filled with regret. The void in my heart still remains empty.
Love,
Lady Macbeth
By: Kirushanthi R
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