I used to be pretty.
Can I be pretty again?
I look in the mirror now and it's not me. It's something different. Someone different. New. Weird. I don't like it.
I used to be pretty. I used to laugh all the time. I used to be able to jump and run. I used to sleep.
Now I can't. I can't be pretty, I can't laugh, I can't sleep. I'm not who I once was. I'm not who I am. I don't know myself. I don't know who I am. I don't. I can't. I'm not. I try, but I fail.
I used to be pretty. Now I'm just here. Existing. Being. And for what reason?
I used to know.