You meet me and think I’m nice
others meet me and think me mean
Sometimes I wonder why can’t I be both in someone’s eyes
I love to easily, and care too much
I would die for the ones I love,
Fight until the death…
But that’s because I love too easily and care too much.

I look at people, I feel their pain…
I want to help so much
To ease everyone’s suffering
To fight everyone’s battle

The weak need someone to lean on
The strong need someone to have their back
But I just want someone to see me for me.
No one understands, I love too easily and care too freely.

My heart aches for the homeless and the poor
For victims of all crimes
For the people who face stereotypes and discrimination and racism
For the people who don’t have a chance because everyone judges them
But no one ever listens.
I ache for the mistreated and homeless animals
For the person who has no family to call his or her own.
You look at me and think she’s too nice, she’s too mean
Yet can you say you know me?
Do you know how I really feel?
Yes, I am both.
I care too much and I’m easily brought to anger
An injustice to one person is an injustice to us all.