Why I Care

You grab my heart

And crumple it like it is nothing but sand

Dust

Unworthy of floating down upon the same ground that you walk upon

Is all you see in the mirror yourself?

Even when all surround you

Hands on your shoulder

Crying for you

When some stand in front

And some behind

Do you not see us?

You take my lungs 

And squeeze them as if they are nothing but toys to be thrown about

Yet I still care

I could not care

Have the waves of hatred and confusion you offer up to me

Crash down onto an empty shore

With my lifeless body now running away from them

And your small childlike form shrinking in fear

Of my newfound courage

It could be like that

But where would the fun be in not caring?

So I carry on caring.