متن کوتاه در مورد حقیقت | بیو حقیقت

I’m not sick, I’m not happy,
I don’t even know how I feel.
Sometimes I’m with my soul, sometimes with my heart,
Sometimes I despise both.

Sometimes I’m laughing and bright,
Sometimes I’m restless with pain.
What a chaos this world is,
Sometimes I harmonize with joy,
Sometimes I blend with sorrow.

Sometimes I’m awake yet dreaming,
Sometimes I’m awake and aware,
Sometimes I’m a stranger to mysel

‌𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞

My pride says:
Never apologize! Don't thank me!
Be cold and soulless towards everything :