Everyday I play the empath
Give them what they need, and what they want
Say it's okay, it's alright now
"I'll give you some advice, it's all fine now"
And when the skies
turn to grey
You can lie straight to my face
Or you can tell the truth it's okay
You can tell me what's wrong
There's a slap against your face
An unpleasant aftertaste
Just tell me what's wrong
And I'll try to respond
Everytime I play the empath
I always hear the taunting laugh
Of the critics that plague
They say the kind has the most broken hearts
I think that's true
But for now,
Rest.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
