To be an empath...
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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