I am just one person.
I wonder why civilization doesn't move on already.
I hear Oliver Sykes singing my favorite quote.
I see my empty paper.
I want fewer worries.
I am just one person.
I pretend not to hear any lies.
I feel like I need more sleep.
I touch the fake grass at Home Depot.
I worry that time is moving too slowly for me to catch up.
I cry when I read sad stories, then I realize their fake.
I am just one person.
I understand that things don't usually come out as planned.
I say that I lack confidence, when I really do.
I dream about being a cat,
I try to work harder.
I hope I have a good future, better than my past.