When I bleed, I feel pleased by it.
When others bleed, I cry for them.
Is my blood less valuable than theirs?
When I'm injured, I enjoy it.
When others are injured, I hate it.
Are their cuts more serious than mine?
Them and me are not different.
Them and me are both human.
So why do I feel less valuable then?
I am not less than others.
I am not greater than others.
I tell myself lies still, everyday.
When I cry, I get ignored and laughed at.
When others cry, they are cared for and loved.
Are even their tears sadder to see than mine?
When I laugh, I am yelled at to be silent.
When others laugh, others are pleased.
Are even their laughs brighter than mine?
Them and me are not different.
Them and me are both valuable.
Then why do I feel thrown away?
I am not thrown away.
I am a valuable jewel.
I tell myself lies still, forever.
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~𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪- my poems!~
Puisiempathy (noun)- the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. these are some of my poems! i'm so glad to share them with you! i hope you enjoy. warning- some of these are more rant/dark poems so do be aware of that before you read. th...
