Just for once,

I wish I didn't have worry.

Just for once,

I wish I didn't have to care.

Just for once,

I wish I were not normal.

Just for once,

I wish I weren't so empty.

I don't want to worry about my grades,

But maybe worrying if I could save the world.

I don't want to worry about tests and exams,

But worry if my flock is alive.

I don't want to care about someone who hates me,

But caring for my campmates and friends.

I don't want to care about how teachers feel about me,

But care if I learnt how to fight.

I don't want to be a normal student,

But become someone who is running from danger.

I don't want to be a normal person,

But maybe having a God as a parent.

I don't want to yearn for something I know I'll never get,

But just say, "I wish I had a elder sibling who cared."

I don't want to feel so empty inside,

But know that people in this world still cared.

Just for once,

I wish I didn't have to pretend.

Just for once,

I wish that I could do what I like.

Just for once,

I wish that I can trust the way I believe.

Just for once,

I wish I didn't have to mourn.

I don't want to pretend that nothing has happened,

But take off my poker face and show how I feel.

I don't want to smile or laugh,

But cry when I really feel sad.

I don't want to care what I do,

But take off the pressure and go my own way.

I don't want to listen to her suggestions,

But turn my back and say, "I know what I want."

I don't want to doubt if she is truthful,

But pour my heart out to a friend I trust.

I don't want to be scared that she'll betray,

But smile and tell her, "I love you."

I don't want to mourn for someone I don't know,

But kneel down and play with a brother who died before he was born.

I don't want to mourn for someone who died,

But stand up and announce, "My uncle survived the earthquake."

Why do I care about test or grades?

Why do I care what family and teachers feel?

Why do I have to be normal?

Why do I never get what I always wished?

Why do I never get the courage to say what I really feel?

Why do I always see a wall when I walk down the path I choose?

Why do people I love always leave?

Because, I know,

That this is the way life is, and will be…