In the form of a basic poem, I do write
Asking all whom this do read,
To take a small moment to type,
A specific message to me.

I ask that in this note you send
You tell me what troubles you.
For don't despair, it's not the end,
I truly care for each of you.

I care for the depressed teen,
Contemplating "doing it."
I reach out to the drama queen,
Who just wants to quit.

I care for the "mighty ****"
Who goes home and sobs in the pillow.
I see the one whom all do mock,
And who's confidence is shallow.

I care for the single father,
Who just lost his job.
I hear the cries of his daughter,
Who just wants her daddy.

I've seen you all for far too long,
Without letting you know
I'm here! I care! They're wrong!

There is someone out there
Who'll listen! Who'll comfort!
Trust me, I see your tears!
And my arms are open.

Talk to me, if just to vent at the world
And I'll respond to your anguish.
I may not be able to take away all the pain,
But I can bear some of its weight for you.

My. Arms. Are. Open.