Burden

Sometimes I’ll tell you things, to convince you you are worth the air you breath. 

And with every word, that comes out rushed, with energy of the strength of my belief.

I mean what I say, you are equally valued, and certainly no burden to me. 

I just wish the truths I say to you, were ones I could also see. 

Your perceived ways of burdening the world, aren’t as clear to me as mine. 

As I watch you go out of your way, to give everyone else your time. 

While all I do is sit and spill, words seemingly too big to explain. 

Praying that I am never the reason, you find yourself feeling the same. 

We are all burdens to someone, victims of unwanted situations. 

The world gives us our reality, and related feelings without any attempted explanations. 

I am learning slowly we all feel this, though knowledge never eases the burden. 

Though I promise you, I’m always glad you here, of that I am definitely certain. 

    

Author's Note

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