Why is it, that when I try to be kind
All I am met with is anger and pain
I was taught to be open and caring
Now I seem to feel this was all in vain.

People seem to know what I am thinking
I see a fight, and step in to assist
It`s the way that I am, and everyone knows
I just have to help, I can not resist.

With my emotions, I wear a badge for all to see
It`s like looking through a window to my soul
I don`t appear to be able to hide it
It`s something I`m unable to control

My emotions are visible for all to see
It`s the way I am,  through and through
Why do I wear my heart on my sleeve?
Because I am me, honest and true.


I have thought about the phase, wearing your heart on your sleeve, this is how I see it.