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So loud is the noise.

O' how I wish it would stop.

Everything seems so wrong.

Nothing is ever right!

I sigh, despite my want to scream,

Being ripped apart inside, I am.



So much pretending just to make them happy.

But what about me?

I'm not happy.

I feel like hiding... crying.



So many decisions that I leave unmade.

My head wants to explode.

Their problems become my problems.

But my problems are still my problems.

They add up to so much pressure.



"I have an issue."

"I need help."

"Can you give me some advice?"

All three questions are asked so frequently.



My responses are...

"Okay, spill it."

"Allow me. I'll help if I can."

"Sure, what's wrong?"



What do I really want to say...

"Yeah, so what."

"You think I don't?"

"Do I have to?"

It's not that way all with all though.



One person makes me feel at ease.

One person make me want to wipe away their tears.

One person makes me want to take away all of their problems.

One person makes me want to save the world.

One person makes me want to wake up every morning.

One person.

Just one.

Only one...