I guess I wanna be selfish sometimes,
But how can I when every fabric of my being
Rebels strongly against it.
How can I turn a blind eye to their sufferings,
When my heart aches with empathy.
How can I stay indifferent to one's hardships,
When my thoughts torment me at night.
How can I be emotionally detached,
When I involuntarily place myself in their shoes.
How can I simply walk away,
When I keep on bleeding from pangs of guilt.
I can't help it, it's part of me,
To gravitate towards their cry for help.