did ya ever wonder
what it is
that made you
the way you are?
how did I end up such a romantic?
how did I end up a crier?
how did I end up with a firm resolve towards kindness
in spite of the life I’ve lived,
the people I’ve encountered?
how’d this happen to me
when it didn’t to so many others?
what’s the difference?
what causes it?
what makes me want to believe in the good
when so many don’t, can’t, won’t?
what makes me trust
until proven I shouldn’t
as opposed to starting out
from a negative standpoint?
what is it that makes me believe
that love and kindness
will eventually win over
even the most
jaded
cruel
people I encounter.
I must be a glutton for punishment…
nevertheless
I’m still gonna be
a romantic
that weeps
when affected by
the beauty
or the anguish
of life
all the hate,
anger,
meanness,
cruelty,
and judgement
I encounter
may make me stumble
and still
I will try
to follow
this path
I find myself on…
