And just like that,
people plucked their
stems away from
my roots
and carried
on
without me.
I have struggled,
to accept this
as fact.
And even more,
to not let it
bother me.
I used to look
at my sensitivity
like a gift.
I believed
it gave me empathy
where others
would not feel it.
I do not
look at it
as a gift anymore.
I feel it as chains
wrapped so tightly
around my heart,
keeping it
tied tightly,
to places
it should no be.
I feel everything,
like a spike
within me.
I keep things in,
bottle them up.
Burdens that are not mine,
nor given to me.
Burdens that I took
without reason,
or knowledge.
I bear the weight
of the world around me.
I would kiss the feet,
of those who would
love me.
For I love
too many,
who never give me
a second thought.