Why do I help others?
Because I know how it feels to not have help.

Why do I care so much?
Because I know how it feels for no one to care.

Why do I over love?
Because I know how it feels to not be loved.

Why do I speak my mind?
Because I know how it feels to hold everything inside.

Why do I treat people right?
Because I know how it feels to be treated wrong.

Why am I always myself?
Because I was always judge for being me. So I must be doing something right.

- Victoria Landrum