Wandering among the darkness alone,
With only my shadow that walks with me.
Is it such a curse to be on my own?
Is it such a burden to live free?
My own curse is one few willingly take,
For it is to be kind while others are not.
Happiness is difficult to help make,
It’s hard to find what emotions get caught.
Is there no comfort for my scarred mind?
Or is the world thrown into great despair?
Will I be the only one to be kind?
Or is our world a place to be repaired?
It’s easy to see the harsh curse I bare,
For it will and always will be to care.