I envy you, my friends, for your independence;
you can do many things by yourself, more than me,
while all I could do is nothing.
I envy you, my friends, for your skills;
you can draw, you can sing, and you can do it well,
while I'm just your typical standard-thingy.
I envy you, my friends, for your personality;
you can feel others' pain, you have so many friends,
while I don't have friends for what I've done.
I envy you, my friends, for your appearance;
you are very pretty, and because of that you're so popular,
while I'm just like a plant that is set on stone.
I envy you for many things that you have.
when the others are sad, you come to help them,
you come to give them advice, you even sacrifice yourself,
but, you do nothing to me, you treat me like I'm nothing,
you treat me like I don't exist in this world,
when I'm happy nor sad, you just don't care.
but, then, you make me think what I've done;
what I've done that make you upset and leave me,
my worst behavior that make you disappointed,
and many more I can't tell that make you dislike me.
I thank you, my friends, for making me think;
for waking up me so I can see through myself,
I thank you, my friends, for making me regret;
regretting my faults, and introspecting, and reflecting,
I thank you, my friends, for making me learn;
learn about my faults so that I don't make the same mistake twice.
I thank you, but I also envy you.
I want to be like you,
so I have to work hard.