I walk through the world with a heavy heart,
Not mine, but the ones I’ve torn apart.
Their tears, their cries, fall in vain,
I shrug them off, feel no pain.
Words like daggers, sharp, and true,
I wield them carelessly, without a clue.
Empathy's a game I don’t dare play,
Their hurt means nothing at the end of the day.
I see the cracks that I leave behind,
But their shattered hearts don’t trouble my mind.
Why should I care for the tears they weep,
When my cold soul runs deep?
I wear a mask, and I play the part,
But kindness never touched my heart.
Maybe one day, I'll feel their strain,
But for now, I live untouched by pain.