What do I look like being loved?

Who am I to be cared for?

Who am I to love another?

when I'm not sure how strong love can be

not knowing its true strenght but knowing all its poison

All the hurt, pain, tears, and never ending  rainy days

Did you know it rained today?

it helped the tears flow freely

cleanse the soul just like it did the earth

and thats when I thought

Who am I to be loved?

Who am I not to be?