Lists, retrieving all of my steps,
Words and actions never a thought,
Wasn’t the way it was expected to be.
Claimed to be no sympathy.
Asked the wrong questions,
Gave the wrong gift,
Not really sure who that person is.
Never seemed happy,
Closed off too.
My thoughts and actions,
They are deep and true.
Hurtful words hit me from out of the blue.
So many people who are part of my world,
Skewed me as cold.
My empathy was exposing me,
I give no frills, no leisurely things,
Looking for details that other do not see.
Lack of intimacy?
Lack of empathy?
Lack of sympathy?
Truly, that is how you see me?
Giving, listening for hours to crying and pain,
Standing by their sides throughout each day.
Built up, encouraged
Believed in their hopes,
And in a moment it’s all for not.
Do not know who that person is,
The one they claim that should be here,
Contemplating all they have said,
I am not that person,
I cannot give what I do not have.
My ways are different,
I thought they were fine,
I guess only few can see my caring side.
Cannot demand me to be something I’m not,
I give what I can, all that I’ve got.