Δευτέρα, 8 Νοεμβρίου 2010

Vereinsamung


One more night of loneliness...
One more night that his own existance hunts him...
Someone once told him, that he would be a very important person one day.
That everybody would love him...everybody would like him...
There were days, that he trully believed these words.
Now those days are far behind.
Eventually, he came to understand.
Noone will like him.
Noone could ever want his company.
His uglyness is not something that he can overcome
by just using his character.
He once believed that being good,
being caring,being fair, being interesting,
was much more important than being beautiful.
Now he knows that he couldn't be more wrong.
Beauty is bliss.For you can do almost anything if you have it.
You can convince someone that you are a good man ,
you can convince him that you are important ,
you can convince him for almost anything.
No matter if you lie. 
Because lies, are so easily believed
when you have the beauty on your side.
Now he sits all alone once again;
in the same chair that he sat all those lonely evenings,
gazing at the stars and hoping that one day,
someone , a very special someone, would love him.
But he knows that such a thing will never happen.
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
-P.R.-