Empathy is the key to our society some say
put yourself in their shoes they say
but I do
I do it too much.
I feel for them too much.
Every time I see their tears
its a punch to the chest
it shatters my glass ribs
and punctures my nylon heart.
But to my own tears,
to my own suffering
I feel nothing.
still.
dry.
numb.
Maybe I am a mirror
only reflecting the pain I see.
Or maybe I have been told
it's weak to cry
cowardly to feel bad for myself
nerveless to struggle.
So I continue to cry for the broken
hurt for the rejected
and ache for the beaten
leaving nothing left for myself.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
Empathy is the key to our society some say
put yourself in their shoes they say
but I do
I do it too much.
I feel for them too much.
Every time I see their tears
its a punch to the chest
it shatters my glass ribs
and punctures my nylon heart.
But to my own tears,
to my own suffering
I feel nothing.
still.
dry.
numb.
Maybe I am a mirror
only reflecting the pain I see.
Or maybe I have been told
it's weak to cry
cowardly to feel bad for myself
nerveless to struggle.
So I continue to cry for the broken
hurt for the rejected
and ache for the beaten
leaving nothing left for myself.
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