How, Life.
“Look, I’m trying here”
I say with an exasperated sigh
But what they don’t know
Is the pain and strife and fear
That nestles deep in the Life of I
“I’m doing the best I can”
I say while doing it all right
But what they don’t know
Is the real reason I ran
And the busy sleepless nights
“I’m not playing you a fool”
I say pleading, tear in eye
But what they don’t know
Is that my priorities equally rule
That my work also does not lie
“Believe me, I work hard”
I say in honest brevity
But what they don’t know
Is my hands of card
And what’s there is the best of me
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