I've tried to run away from who I really am... I kept chasing that person I was only dreaming of: the one that people desired to see and at the same time he would act nicely towards them.I was walking towards that goal. In brief , I succeeded - of course! -. After all , I wore the mask of that personality, it was like a smiling face at the beginning. I couldn't help being any happier, I mean why wouldn't I?! That after all , I've reached what was like almost perfect. It couldn't last ... things got complicated. I suddenly found myself lost in whithin!
Who would write things of that kind midnight time? Who would draw when people are asleep dreaming of imaginary things? Who would get criticized for nothing and everything? If that wasn't me. If that wasn't the real me. then who would I be?! - nobody!
I had changed myself. Ended up losing it for a while. Somehow, in the middle surrounded by fake people. I couldn't see, I was myself blinded by that bloody mask I had on my spirit the whole time. At least, I did my best to please everyone. I tried to give a meaning to my life ignoring the fact that I only ... WAS THE REAL EXPLANATION TO EVERY ACT. The only reason to every scene and the ultimate source of every word that any consequence belongs to. Yet, none has ever stopped and tried to understand me!
I felt sorry about myself when i got back to the old me. Now , (I've got to see them clearer. I feel sorry about myself. Dreaming of the perfect world forgetting that what really matters isn't that, but rather trying to escape. ) **Jsp wach hadchi li t3na bhadi
I feel sorry for the world for that I know how it feels like to lose yourself. Trying to find it again wasn't at all that unforgivable.I forgive myself. I respect my mind that it was capable of dealing with the stupidity of certain humans this whole time. But on top of all, I forgive myself for every mistake I did. Every person I respected yet didn't show any gratefulness. because I know for sure that if I didn't ... then none would do so.