caring

[jiajia]

Sometimes it's hard to show I care
There's just no way I can communicate my feelings
Maybe I'm just presuming people need me
When really I'm only a passing guest in their lives
Then again should I not at least take a chance?
Or is rejection so hard to handle?

I really cannot understand why
People can stop caring
If the feeling was ever there
Doesn't it always stay a part of you?
Perhaps it was a mistake for me to even begin
But since I started already
Why just let it suddenly stop?

I don't think care is something that's in finite numbers
It can be freely given, and always replenished
If I can only care a little more about another
And worry a little less about what's being returned
Then I will be a much happier person

(This is not a poem, just a few divided sentences)