Sensitives tend to seem like the most broken because they feel so much
They feel their own emotions
Their own thoughts
They feel the energy around them
The change in the air
They feel the energy of others
Even thoughts and words they don't share
Crowded places mixed messages rife
Sometimes solitude feels like a welcome respite
Warmth can be so overjoying
Cold a sharp frostbite
Daylight in the warm delightful
Daylight in the cold lost appetite
Night can be peaceful or full of insight
Dreams can be real escape or a harrowing fright
Friends can be real or pretend to be kind
Opinions can open mind or cut to the heart
Spirits can be a comfort or a startling dart
We can get tired all too soon
We can feel drained or fly to the moon
At times we just want to rest
Though we are creative at our very best