My Therapist Encouraged This Song
Regret Of The Anxious Empath...(The Holidays Exacerbate it)
I spend my days, a basket case, and anxious
When there's a million other things I'd rather do
Being an empath, pleaser, couldn't be more thankless
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I get myself caught up in life's distractions
A clown without her makeup, playing fool
I spend my days, a basket case, and anxious
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I wish that I could blurt out all my "frankness"
To scream out how I'm feeling, would be cool
Being an empath, pleaser, couldn't be more thankless
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Maybe It's because our mother spanked us
Not letting me be me, is kinda cruel
I spend my days, a basket case, and anxious
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Maybe I could get better, if I practiced
I'm sure I could become, who you need me to
Being an empath, pleaser, couldn't be more thankless
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I feel like Dorothy, no longer in Kansas
A little like the lion and scarecrow too
I spend my days, a basket case, and anxious
Being an empath, pleaser, couldn't be more thankless
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
I know what it's like to be the 'sensitive' one and this poem really illustrates that for me. To be anempath, pleaser, yet kind of hate it!
None of us are perfect and your poem shows this on the emotional level. Good work.
Well-wrought! On the other side of what we call empathy is the light of reason which helps us balance our efforts, I think. We realize we can't save the world, or even sometimes the day, but also that we can take heart in having expended our energies from a place of intrinsic good. The joy is in the giving, but when there's nothing left to give, the joy is in resting, knowing we did all we could, and we'll live to give another day!
Nicely done, Kelli.
I feel you. Do you ever feel like you are a sponge so full you can no longer deal with your own trials? You've gotta wring that sponge out from time to time! Excellent writing and insight, Kelli.