Tongue-tied, nervous, awkward.
Oh, you beautiful child, you aren't so beautiful after all.
Shaking at the knees, eyelashes lowering with shame. Look at yourself.
You remind me much of myself.
Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.
How much poison did it take to destroy your memory?
How much? You desolate, homely creature.
How many pigs told you they were princes?
How many? You desperate, over-used vulture.
A pig wearing a crown is still a pig.
You remind me much of myself.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Maybe I should step away from the mirror for awhile.