It’s hard to sleep when sleep won’t come;
Even harder when you know what you have done.
“I did not mean to make you cry,"
I say with a sigh,
“Can we just move on with our day?”
Our day goes by, perfect with nothing wrong,
Then here I come along ruining what we had going on.
It’s hard to see with all the smiles in the way;
How do you really feel about what I had to say?
“I’m fine; I’m just perfectly fine,"
You say with lackluster shine.
I know something is wrong so why try to hide?