Empathy is the key to our society some say
put yourself in their shoes they say

but I do

I do it too much.
I feel for them too much.

Every time I see their tears
its a punch to the chest
it shatters my glass ribs
and punctures my nylon heart.

But to my own tears,
to my own suffering
I feel nothing.
still.
dry.
numb.

Maybe I am a mirror
only reflecting the pain I see.

Or maybe I have been told
it's weak to cry
cowardly to feel bad for myself
nerveless to struggle.

So I continue to cry for the broken
hurt for the rejected
and ache for the beaten

leaving nothing left for myself.

Poetry is not a hobby
one can practice a hobby
showcase it
compete against others

But poetry can't be forced
No one can just sit and write
without having experianced
pain
bliss
love
woe
calm
chaos

There must be feeling or emotion
the distruction of monotony
somthing much more
than just words
on a page.