“An empath’s sorrow”
my disdain for humans grows with every lack of empathetic tone
every lack of concern for one who may be dying inside
every self absorbed conversation
every action of “i couldn’t care less”
and every action of “this is my party, i will do what i want”
the evil smiles when someone is crying
the snickering behind one’s back
the most passive aggressive tones
the false affection one hands out
i am watching from the highest ledge
desperately avoiding getting dragged low-
low to the levels of those who hurt violently
i rather sit high than swim in dark and desolate pool of lies
i want nothing to do with their sadistic and heartless motives
I want nothing to do with those who appear grand but are really desiccating within
It is hard to want so much love for a people who want to hate
who want to hate me for displaying small slithers of affection
afraid to give my all
afraid that my tenderness will backfire
and return to me as stone cold
