I have a problem .

No, not like a drinking problem,

No, not tying a tube around my arm,

And sticking a needle in the puffiest vain,

Letting the drugs take away my pain.

No. It’s not like that.

It’s so much more..

My problem is, is that I care too much.

I say sorry a million times a day.

If I had a nickel for every time I

Say sorry, I’d be Warren Buffet.

I say sorry to the people who bump into

ME in the hallway.

I care so much, that if someone is mad,

I think they’re mad at me.

    So I investigate them until they tell me it’s not me,

  When I just made them even more mad by annoying the

Hell out of them.

My syndrome,

  Is the Care Bear syndrome.

Someone tells me to let something go,

  And I clutch onto it like a white girl with Pumpkin Spice.

So why do I care this much?

I don’t even know for myself.

   Oh my gosh, don’t take me somewhere to eat,

    Because I’ll try to pay for you without asking.

    Don’t buy me something, because I then feel

         Like I owe you, like some with the IRS.

       But I don’t evade my dues,

      Unlike someone we know very well…

AHEM TRUMP.

Like I said, what’s trumping me,

Is my syndrome.

My therapist is even taking time to explain to me what it is.

    So yes, I am a Care Bear.

    Fight me.