Go ahead! Judge me!
Men always do. So do women! What...I am a mirror. I am only trying to survive. I was given to the House of the Rose when I was five. Did I decide that? Did I see a family, friends, normal children games growing up?
You do not know what it is like. To be like that. To be so good and yet so cold at what others feel so deeply, even if it is for a moment. You despise me for that? Or because you know you cannot really have me? You know that what I do, my performance, is not real.
I am ... me. And wish I wasn't but that was not a fate I chose.
So, judge me! I know your judgement lasts only as long as your need is kept at bay.
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