Loved and cared

Sometimes I don’t understand
When the tears begin to fall
They escapade down my cheeks
And create a simple pool

Sometimes I talk too much
When I feel a bit low
The words seem to pour out
And make a hectic flow

Sometimes my head is spinning
When I do too many things
The problem is evident
And often gives me bulls wings

Sometimes I can eat too much
When I get a bit too bored
The thing is my belly grows
And new clothes I can’t afford

Sometimes I can go to bed
When I feel extremely scared
Then hide under my covers
And long to be loved and cared