Why am I sitting here?
Why am I listening to your problems?
They aren’t my problems
I shouldn’t have to fix them,
Yet I do
I enjoy it
Why do I enjoy taking on burden?
Oh dear god!
Was I put here for this?
Is this my duty?
A pondering mind would hope not
Oh I give up,
Why should I stop doing something I enjoy?
I’m sure there’s reason
Some warmth it sends