“Burdning yourself with other’s problems” ,
“Why go in search of stress?”
“Stop being an Empath.” Are some of the frequent sentences my husband often uses when blaming me when I get too engrossed with Counselling shows on TV.
Listening to somebody else’s agony or problem is something I get carried away with and I know its disturbing and too much to digest at times but It makes me realize the hardships people face in reality. “What can I do.That’s my weakness” I would say.
I may not be up to your perfection.But I’m ME !
With that concludes our cycle of petty arguments.
Considering of how an Empath would feel,putting my self behind the desk, I managed to gather some words to a poem.Hope you’d find it interesting.
I conceal myself from grief,and grin.
not showing how I feel within.
Red on my lips,
Black on my eyes.
And dressed in white. It says alright.
I sit behind my desk,with an arm resting my neck
Listening to their grief and pain
I Forget who I am within.
Pausing and then when I look back at the end
I think to myself again,and say
Who cares about my pain!
In response to today’s prompt~Perfection