WHY CAN’T WHAT I LOVE MEAN SOMETHING
Do you ever feel that people bring you down when you speak?
Talk of your dreams, your wants, whom you wish to be.
I find that not many care about what I do or loves of mine,
They’re not any less of worth, precious always in my mind.
What I love means so much to me, others unkind or blind,
Why can’t what I love mean something, others don’t love what is mine.