Drop. Drop. Drop. Can you hear this? That's the sound of my falling tears. The reason why I'm crying? You! Every time when you tell me, that you're guilty, then you can listen to the sound of my tears. Why do you think so? Why can't you believe me? But I know, that I can't expect from you to believe me. I don't believe anyone, who says, I'm wonderful or beautiful. I couldn't believe something like this. I mean, how should I? So often I've heard the jeering comments of the others. I know that I'm ugly. I know, that I'm not good enough and that I will never be. But it still hurts. And so I'm crying. For you and for me. But very quiet, so that nobody can hear me. Drop. Drop. Drop.
The end?