The reason why people are so kind
”Why are you so kind?” they ask, I stand there trying to find an answer. Why am I so kind? Am I kind because I know what it’s like to have some be unkind to me? Because of what I went through with people? Perhaps because I care even when I just met someone. Piece by piece I give part of my self to people, do they deserve it? I give people multiple chances a day, they mess up and mess up. Yet, I still forgive them why? You could hurt me badly, and I’d still forgive you? Why am I like this? I don’t know why. Do I want to struggle secretly and still be kind to people? Not asking for help because I don’t want to be a ’burden’, when I’m constantly there for others and get told ”I’m here if you ever need me”. But I never ask them for help? Only when I’m really struggling. Does this go back to why I’m so kind? So empathetic because I know how it feels? Or is it because everyday I’m reminded that the world is a cruel place and everyone is unkind and maybe, just maybe I can make a difference. I’ve been treated unkindly my whole life, I don’t want others to experience that. All of these could tie into why I’m so nice. But instead I answer with “I don’t know why, I just am”.