Delicate pink flower petals flutter to the ground.
They are beautiful.
I am not.

Kunzite-sama says I am beautiful,
But am I really? Am I really truly
Beautiful?

There is no beauty in this dark, evil kingdom I call home.
But can I really call it home? Is it really truly
Home?

I question a lot of things. But why do I question?
Is it out of the desire to know? Would it bring comfort to know?
Answers?

Delicate pink flower petals fade as they hit the ground.
They cannot stay. Yet they are still beautiful.
But what am I?