Reflection Room Scene

 

Was there ever a time when I was happy for longer than a day?

Why am I only attractive to people temporarily?

When I get hurt, why does it take me so long to recover?

Why do people leave me so effortlessly as though I never existed at all?

Why do people beat me down as though I'm the one with the problem?

Why am I no longer hungry for new ideas?

Why do people prefer mockery and insecurity over integrity and character?

Why are lies and scandal more enticing than truth?

Why do I torture myself over these mundane trivialities?