The louder the mind the quieter the mouth Wolves that don’t howl Stars that are afraid to shine A river that only flows backwards A moral compass that breaks from its own strength Because the world is nothing but gray when seen through the eyes of an empath When darkness isn’t just behind eyelids that flutter faster than wings recalling the time before the storm when everybody seemed to be worth saving The sensitivity ties me up and the compassion holds me hostage while vulnerability puts a gun to my head Yet I still refuse to pick up the knife Because people walk out of my life but they overstay their welcome in my mind and I’m left shedding tears that aren’t mine taking bullets out of a gun I’ve never shot begging the devil to be something he’s not It’s a burden because the most beautiful butterflies are laced with poison Delicate and deadly patiently waiting to drain me of my self-worth Yet all I see is their pain No one ever said forgiveness would be fair And no one ever said being an empath would be easy