,,Forever" or meybe its ,,Over"

I fell for a few kind words

Good marketing is our nightmare.
Good marketing is something we can't avoid indifferently.
We let ourselves get caught,
swallowed whole.
All my life, I thought I was different.
All my life, I believed I was doing the right thing.
All my life, I walked my own path.
All my life, I felt that it would be different.
All my life, I was just grasping at a sense of certainty, keeping my distance from good marketing.
Until finally, I realized I had fallen when...
I wanted it, even though I already had other perfumes on the shelf.
I picked it up because it smelled so beautiful, and the previous ones had annoyed me for so long.
That closure didn't work properly.
Instead of wrapping me in a cloud of lovely fragrance, it attacked me with an irritating aroma.
Sometimes it wouldn't even work, as if it wanted to punish me for daring to say the day before, "Your scent isn't the same anymore."
Before I knew it, it slipped into my bag.
It was with me everywhere.
It didn't smell-it stank.
It repelled everyone away from me, and I, as if I couldn't smell it, pretended it was still that lovely floral scent.
Once, I glanced toward the drugstore.
I just looked.
I didn't even pick up any other perfume.
I didn't even approach the shelf.
I didn't even cross the threshold of the store.
I just looked.
And my perfumes fell to the floor.
They didn't break, but...
Their scent was capable of being even more disgusting.
It was so revolting that even I could smell it.
Was it because I glanced toward the drugstore?
Was it because I saw how beautifully other things could smell?
Was it because I passed that one girl who smelled so wonderful that I yearned to have the same?
Was it because other perfumes smiled at me from the shelf, saying I could try them?
They supposedly smelled like home,
while mine smelled like a prison.
They smelled like love,
while mine smelled like suffering.
On the picture, they had a red heart,
while mine had a blue tear.
And after this time, I know that...
in your case...
only the marketing was beautiful...