Monologue to V

"Your little game of darting eyes and coy remarks remains a mystery to me. Do you enjoy being a worm or is it a natural talent? Unbeknown to you, I sit and stare past your head, and your shrill voice, trying to quietly discern my way out of this half-lit courtyard. Excuses come pounding into my head like a pneumatic drill and I wince from the noise. I do not want to be here. Not when you so carelessly tread on others, whilst exhibiting yourself on a self-made red carpet.

I wonder if you realise how tightly you drape yourself in this gaudy garment of self centredness. I make my exit whilst you continue jabbering on about how amazing you are and how flowers seem to bloom as you walk by. I silently wonder how many fields of trees have withered and died in your shade."