Why is it always me?
Why am I always replaced?
Why am I the one getting hurt,
When all I ever do is care?
Why am I always taken for granted?
Why am I always the one left and forgotten?
Why does my heart break for people who don’t care?
Why do I take it over and over again?
Why do I let them walk over me?
Why do I float around from group to group,
From place to place, trying to fit in?
Why do I try to make everyone care?
Why do I care?
I hold everything in, to not let it out on anyone else.
To make them happy
I stay quiet to spare their feelings
But once I display my own,
They say I’ve changed
That I’m no longer as nice and sweet
Maybe it’s me
Maybe my idea of love and care
Is completely wrong
Maybe what they say is true
I have changed
For the worse.