You have no clue how easily
Some are shattered, though plain to see.
Heightened sensitivity:
A gift and curse embedded in thee.

Feel more than you can tolerate,
Dwelling in feeling's what you hate.
Wallowing in this sordid state;
This pain won't seem to dissipate.

In this cold cell, you must confide,
But from yourself, how can you hide?
Inside your mind, you'll bide your time.
Feeling too much was your one crime.