She hated the view.
Lightning struck in the dark storm.
It rained despair, wretch, frown and sorrow.
An ask for mere help they cry along with the downpour.
The world gives no assistance nor any aid.
Solely blank stares.

“arggh! they are so mean and selfish! ” she exclaimed at the view.

Lightning struck yet again, very ferocious this time breaking the mirror in billion shards.
And she realized it was she standing in front of a mirror.
Reflection and not a vague dream.
A guilt of thunder struck within her for she too was a part of the mean.

she corrected her exclamations

” WE! are so mean and selfish.”

So true it is – billions of ‘I’ make a single ‘WE’