The girl is looking in the mirror. She thinks:

“ I see u there: U have always been there. I never realized what have you made of me; neither did I care because of the power u gave me, but now I lament for the moment I surrendered to thee.”

The girl continues talking to herself: “ I can feel those chilling eyes gleaming upon me: the eagerness in them, the greed in them, the lack of mercy in them. I look at her mouth and see it hungers for more.  

She has succeeded but is not happy. She doesn’t like what she sees:  Is that me? Can it be? Yes it surely is… 

She is absorbed in her eagerness to succeed."

She continues her conversation with herself: " The greed to gain; cold heartedness for those I defeat. I hunger for more and more of success. She remembers what got her here: Father, since my childhood that’s what u wanted me to be! Im now a success machine.

My childhood innocence, my blushing smile, those dreams of butterflies, that life so carefree, they  were all in vain for you. My sympathy for the poor, my love for all and the joy in what others gain --  Did you consider these  my weaknesses? 

     Are you, dear father, happy with what you created? Did you carve me into the statue that makes you happy? Does it satisfy you to see me now: Just Just an emotionless machine running hard in life’s maddening strife.  To gain what? Laurels, honor and pride for you, so that you can boast to your friends and society “that’s my child...”

     So here I am father, as you wished. Look at me, father. I’m your child.”