Sorry I cannot be the one you want,
I cannot be the shadow of yours.
I cannot walk like you,
Nor I can talk like you.

I'm sorry I cannot except your dreams.
Nor write or study like yours.

I want you to knock on my door,
Ask me what you want,
Ask me are you happy or just putting a smile on.

I want you to understand my struggle,
My dreams,
Don't burie me inside the comparison of your struggles and dreams.

But now I'm not sorry,
I only have a bit of yours ,
The rest is me myself.
I'm sorry now towards you,
But I don't want to be sorry towards myself in future.