Care Less?

Sometimes I care too much about what people think of me.
Not in the childish sense;
I don't care if people think I am pretty, or smart or fun to be around.
But I care very deeply that people think I am good.
I want people to see my good intentions,
To trust my word,
To believe my heart is full of love for all,
To see that I truly care.
It all comes down to character.
No matter how much I try to do right,
There are people who think ill of me.
It bothers me more than it should.
I have my share of dirty laundry,
But I wish people could see my soul.
See that I am loving, trustworthy, honorable.
Even the good have their enemies...
So why does it bother me so?
Why do I feel I need to defend my character?

"Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you'll be criticized either way. You are damned if you do and damned if you don't."
- Eleanor Roosevelt

My silly heart

It's hard to explain it.
There is no logical explanation.
When you are around me,
I get...... flustered.
The witty flirtatious words in my head,
Get tangled up in my throat.
You make me look like a fool.
Silly and tongue-tied,
Flushed and dizzy.
Just looking in your eyes,
I can't help but smile like a chump.
Your scent,
The shape of your body,
Makes my mind hum with excitement.
And my heart,
My silly heart,
Beats faster when you are around.