Sometimes there exists so much stress.
I always wonder, when will it rest?
I don't ask for your pity, sympathy,
or ask you to feel guilty.
I try to keep everything locked inside,
hoping it will go away or hide.
I am sorry for all the stupid things I have done.
For losing the battles I should have won.
I always try to do my best,
but somehow I am always short of the rest.
I am sorry for all the times I get mad,
and for saying things to make you sad.
I love to see a smile on your face,
it makes me feel as though I am in the right place.
I love when we laugh and have fun,
or when we watch the setting sun.
Sometimes the world cannot touch us at a certain time.
I am yours and you are mine.
All of my friends are so dear it is plain to see,
Without them there would be no me.
I wish I could make things right,
and not cry myself to sleep at night.
 
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