A Heart Refuses to Open

People that I love surround me every which direction.
My heart so big has no limit to my compassion towards others.
Why do I feel that I alone have this unique design?
Can no other person’s heart be as big as mine?
I hurt so deeply and I begin to scar.
Because people do not return the proper gratitude and love.
I open my heart so wide that everyone should fit in.
But why do they refuse to enter?
Is it me?
Am I doing something wrong?
I want to be loved by everyone, that is why I live by the Golden Rule.
But what do I get in return?
Closed doors, empty drawers, nothing more.
Need I change who I am in order to find acceptance?
Need I find a way to force people to let me in?
Nay, this is not the way it should be.
Man is free to do as he pleases unfortunately for me.
And I refuse to change who I am on the inside.
I refuse to compromise myself in any way, shape or form.
So I remain alone, falling silently in an endless abyss with no end in sight.
I have hope, but nothing more.
Hope does not keep me warm at night.
Hope does not tell me what is wrong or right.
Hope is only the mind’s attempt to tell us that all is not lost.
That maybe the future will reap blessings greater than anything we imagine in the present.
Hope is not substantial.
Hope comes and goes.
Who has ever found salvation in hope?
Despite these things, my hope remains.
Perhaps I am naive or perhaps there is a greater cause.
But my hope comforts me even when all seems lost.