I cry sometimes. Not often, but I do.

I lie sometimes. Not often, but I do.

I regret sometimes. Quite often, I do.

I hate myself sometimes. Not often, but I do.

I get annoyed with people sometimes. Not often, but I do.

There are people I don't really like. Not many, but there are.

Some of those people I call friend. Not many, but there are.

I don't like to talk sometimes. Not often, but I do.

I get worried sometimes. Not often, but I do.

There are people I love to be around. Not many, but there are.

What is this?

Me?

That's right. Me.

Not you.

Me.