The Feeling Of Confusion

Some would compare me to a siren;

Sailors being lead to their demise by pretty lies and faces

But in my case

I am leading poor little girls to their demise

with my pretty lies, but I don't know about the face part

I find humans most interesting, forever shall I

But sometimes I find their emotions very tempting

the need to feel something

I do not feel much, if anything

But often do I sit on a building and look upon the human world

It is amazing, but yet the same, so digusting and ugly

I sometimes see some Puella Magi conversing with their family and friends

and wonder, "Why did they contract me?"

Because they had that spark, I suppose

but it confuses me, even though I very well have invented it

In truth, I am confused and I do feel sympathy for those who bid with me

Its a very strange feeling - sympathy

The need to aid someone or feel the exact same way

My species deprieves sympathy, we believe the relative term here in the human world:

"Shit just happens."

I believe this, but I do also wonder; along with those who are Puella Magi

What if, what if

we were in fact, fated to someone or something?

The term, "Meeting ones fate", is so very true.

I often do wonder. . .what our species is fated to?

I believe this.

We will forever confuse those around us, twist their minds and souls.

Forever, really, is such a long time

Confusion, also, is a strange feeling

But it seems,

the human world is delved in it.

I wonder what I soon will I be subjected to. . .

Am I too being pulled up in strings by someone who is confusing me?

I am, and that person is in fact -

Myself.