Stress
I try my best
but its not as it seems
my potential is great
but i just want to be free
I don't want to disappoint
but i can't help but dream
surrounded by demons
that can't help but gleam
my struggling nights
lead you to think I'm mean
while I sit in a corner
nowhere to be seen
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