For "Her."

Society’s view of a teenage girl and my sarcastic expression of how much I don’t care that I’m nothing like her.

I am questioning the choices I’ve made in later life. Almost mourning for what once was, but never truly had a chance. My naivete. Trust, shattered. It never mattered.

Sometimes, it’s hard not to ignore something thinking “It makes no big difference”. But that’s a delusion… Everything, and I mean everything good or bad makes a difference in the end.

How age and experience get the better of youthful ambition, every time.

A perspective.

People can be in guise. How long they can cheat on you is unpredictable and unrevealed. They forget that their dubious nature can break the reality into pieces of mirror which actually reflects their different shades in pieces. Each broken piece cry why they played with your emotions.

New feelings.

Title speaks…

You tell me what this is about…