We live in an age of the internet.
We can no longer live without.
We live in the middle of a television show full of freaks.
Everyone want to get lots of likes and popularity.
Important is only the fame and the number of your friends.
We are tyrannizing others. We blaspheme.
And if it gets too much for us, we take drugs and get drunk us if it does not work as we hope.
Nobody puts more value on character.
If the look does not fit, you do not even get the chance to show the character.
If you had never been drunk, you had no childhood.
Is it too much to want to live a normal life?
You're too fat? ugly. You're too thin? Anorexic.
Clichés are something beautiful, but this world full of superficiality offers me no stop.
Do you know these perfect people, when you enter the room, the room starts to radiate? So everyone wants to be.
Nevertheless, we should accept life as it was given to us.
We are afraid to show our true, so we hide behind a false mask.
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Papierfetzen.
PoetryWie Papierfetzen schwirren sie in meinem Kopf herum. Sie lassen mich nicht schlafen, nicht zur Ruhe kommen. Gedanken. Gedanken, die aufgeschrieben werden sollten...müssen...werden...können
