Ours


When you are an empath 
It is no longer "your" body
When you can feel the fear of your best friend
Hoping his father never hurts his mother again
from the contents of your home
To the love so horribly displayed on television that makes you melt with joy 
bizzare realities 
the teachers frustration 
someone praying they don't live another day
someone so confused
someone so happy
someone so glad to be alive
so many people 
pass by and walk through "me" 
and my body
that its not just mine
They come and dance
and cry
and laugh
and it makes me smile
that people are always with me
but what hurts is that those same souls
that I dance and laugh and cry with
never even get voiced by the mask they wear for everyone on the surface 
It's never just about me anymore....
 

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