Caring.
I do it too much,
Too often,
Too soon.
I'm beginning to ponder the origins of care,
whether they be taught to us
or embedded in our souls forever;
And if this be the case, how can you tell me to not care?
Expect me to go against my very nature and not care...
Caring is who I am.
So take me as I am.
Or leave me as I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem