I’m Ugly. Period.
Nothing more to be said about it.
But of course you won’t be able to say that at first look. Why?
Well, we can say I’m good at deception. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I lie, day in and day out or anything.
It’s just that I can withhold truth better than you, all of you who haven’t had to hide the truth about your very existence each and every day.
You don’t live each day hiding from the society itself, provided you live in a society which cares whether you exist or not.
I know I have become bitter. A soul forced to live in this ephemeral body which is dying, every year, every day.... every second.
I know I’m all alone in this world and I have accepted it.
I don’t need anyone. Because I don’t have anyone, not anymore.
But I wasn’t always like this.
At least it wasn’t this bad.
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