There is a reason that
we often feel that no-one cares
That's because it's our trouble
and very seldom theirs
We see things, feel things
very differently you see
They have their own problems
with no way for them to be
Inside my heart, into my brain
no matter if they want to
they won't think the same
But sharing a problem
is a problem half shared
and we get what is given
when we know that they cared
Caring is something
and caring is good
they may not fully understand
like we hoped they would
But it's better than nothing
for in nothing is pain
and with help from another
perception we gain
So before I go showing
these tears that I cry
I pick up the courage
and wipe my eyes dry
Then I face the world
my heart full of hope
for I know for sure now
My life is not broke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem