Hah! I figured you out.

They're all out to get me.

First my TV. Dead. Gone.
Then all my clothes and books. In boxes. Gone.
My photos and any other memoribilia. Packed. Gone.
Then my bench. Taken away. Gone.
Not to forget my scooter. Broken. Gone.
And my lollipops. Eaten by monsters. Gone.
The food downstairs; the fruit and candy. Disappeared. Gone.

It's a conspiracy. I swear.

My concentration. Disturbed. Gone.

Bloody movers.