Empath

I feel too much-your pain and your joy. Even your hurt is my fate

building up inside me I know your fears

I sense his, hers, and everyones. All the light and the tears

All of the bliss, but your demons too, I assimilate

I feel too little-shut it off. I cannot feel the weight

No longer do I know your anger in the struggle, nor the happiness in your cheers

just the common sense of presence in a moment with my peers

With it too I’ve lost myself. My own sense of being does abate.

I feel too much, I feel too little

No fairer storms than that which I know

Silently tortured by those around me I become brittle

lest I become numb for this endless riddle

To feel or not to feel? That is the question which I tow

To fight? To run? End a bottle before my own demons belittle