quarternotes

So what if I am?

People talk to me when they have problems. Friends cry on my shoulder. And more often than not, I get affected. Why, you may ask? Because I love them. The more tears I shed for them, the more love I have for them. It breaks my heart to see my loved ones in pain, in grief, or in any kind of trouble. I carry it with me until I release it in my own way later on. This is just how I am and I wouldn't want to change it one bit. When they are happy, I laugh and smile with them. And when they are lonely, I cry with them.

Yeah, I am affected.

I'm built this way.

So what if I am?