Empaths tend to absorb all the energy in a room,
or so I've heard.
I suppose we could consider ourselves similar to the undead — a vampire, perhaps?
Except it feels much more different than the illustrious ideals we see in the movies.
For I've yet to see an empath look so vivacious after succumbing to the toxicity we may find in the world.
You would think that is us who have been drained by the end of a single, simple encounter.
All that negativity absorbed and yet who are we left with to vent to at the end of the day?
That is, if we dare burden another soul with what seems to be both a blessing and a curse to the world.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
