Ein Gedicht von Mary H
you know what i am?
right, ugly.
you hear it everytime.

but why does it mean such a thing to you?
why does it touch you?
those words with merely dumb meanings.

People trying to avoid their weaknesses,
trying to avoid their sadness,
trying to cover their fears.

and growin fear and pain in me.
its funny how much time they spend to ruin me.

its funny how embarassed they are.
its all funny but why am i depressed?
why have i allowed those People to be the thief of my happiness?

the thief of my happiness. yes they are.
but you know? im the catcher of my happiness.
and im not ugly, no one are, not even my hater, not even my thief,

not even you.

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