The words that i always thought of :
I don’t even know myself , so who can know me .
My only my pillow knows how much i have cried …
My mirror never laughed at me …
I will never trust humans in this fake world …
I feel that everyone loves me, but in actual tey HATES me …
Everyone hated me when I’m the best , and everyone hates me when i was the worst …
I always look for the answer inside my Question …