The Reason Poem by Janice M Pickett

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