Who Stung The Scorpion?

I have been shattered and pieced back together. The mending brings a glow to the grayness, but the thrill of the pain makes the heart beat more fiercely. The thrill is what I desire.

I will force myself to do anything others demand, but I cannot compel myself to act for my own sake.

When you dissect intentions, rather than succumbing to the sensationalized herd's belief in inherent goodness, you realize the truth. Stripped of their masks, people reveal themselves as self-centered narcissists, each one a solitary figure in a crowd of mirrors. Their eyes, windows to the soul, reflect only their own desires and ambitions. The smiles are used to manipulate and gain favor.

What you believed to be friendship now appears as an actor performing for an audience of one: themselves. Even in moments of supposed altruism, you will find the pursuit of personal gain and the maneuvering for social capital. Beneath it all, the human heart beats with a relentless, self-centered rhythm.