Third gimmick:

I see... So this is life??
What life??
The jokes i used to laugh to before.
Are not funny anymore!
Even life feels like death, and death seems to be calling out warmth!
I often fantasize about myself, Alive.
Like i was an undead corpse!
Furthermore a path i found, was closed by a path that found me!
Not once, has anyone ever asked me, what i wanted.
All they ever do is look at me an assume. I need directions, but they assume i know.
I need help, but I'm assumed to be independent.
At this pace, i might lose my beauty to an ugly situation!