I care about those feelings I bottle up ashamed of letting them loose

Frightened that the judgement of others will be like stains they can never wash away

Stuck to my skin like Velcro

Yet the greatest judgement is the one I cast upon myself

 

 

I think my problem is I care too much

I care about the eyes that see me through lenses I did not buy

Afraid of what might splurge out their mouth and rub off on me

I wonder how it’ll feel to not understand myself as others leave post it notes of mediocre opinions to the notice board of my life

 

 

I think my problem is I care too much

I care about those worries I should not have wasted seconds on

And how I’ve spent hours withering away to a Me I’m yet to forget

Forgive

All those months spent in company they should not have been entertained

Years stacked like Jango bricks awaiting a fall I cannot prepare for

 

 

I think my problem is I care too much

I care about all that I shouldn’t, knowing why it’s scarring my soul to a pungent core of private jokes bonding together good-for-nothing friendships

How we can’t embrace the mundane silence of our existence

Lurking like hazy figures stapled to memories with no faces

 

 

I think my problem is I care too much

I care about every little occasion I can’t get back

All those moments I still want us to share

I care, and caring seems to be eating me alive