I care,
a lot.
I feel so many things and I just want it to stop,
Why cant people truly love me the way I love others?
I am doused with unrequited friendships for as long as I can remember,
No one cares the way I care,
No one feels the way I feel,
No one speaks from my tongue,
Listens from my ears,
Knows exactly how it feels upon my skin and bones from the outside in,
I am burdened with loving too much,
and its a trait I've become to acknowledge and hate all at the same time,
Which I will carry with me from years to come,
In a room full of people,
I am alone,
In a room full of people I'm easily stepped on,
filling in the spot of the "Welcome Home" mat near the front door trying to fill myself in the cracks of wall,
What I mean is the cracks in the floorboard take up more space than I do,
I have a fiery tongue and boiling emotions full of anger, passion, fight, love only a romance novel could fully analyze,
I often wish I was numb and didn't care as much as others,
but here I am caring and longing for the expectations to never come in my favor,
All is lost and pain is everlasting,
My love seized by the world I alone inhabit,
To be careless is my undying wish.
