Single I was born
This human world separated my soul and my body
I am now with a double personality,
One is “me” for myself
And another is the “me” for this world,

When I cry for myself
I laugh for this world
When I am happy with myself
For the world, I pretend to be sad,

When I talk I hear two voices of mine
I give a single speech
But automatically, it becomes two
Right becomes wrong
Wrong seems right,

I feel like I am an innocent child
But at the same time I seem to be a matured woman
My soul sees no reason to live for
But at the same time  I explain lots of reason that life worth,