To Be An Empath... - Poem by tabitha driskell
To be an empath
Is really hard
You always have to know
Which emotion is yours
Are you feeling this?
Usually there is this question
Why am I feeling this,
I wasn't feeling this earlier?
Some say it is a curse. It takes
Time to like it as a gift.
It mostly overwhelms you
And all you can do is run
Sometimes though it can be fun.
Being able to help others. Or calming
Down a mob full of gangsters.
Sometimes empaths feel animals,
Others feel both and even far away.
You may be asking how I know.
It doesn't take a genius to feel
An empath. You just have to be an
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