depreciation they claim

Mirror Maze

"Analysis has taken control of my life.

I've become increasingly less empathetic as I have aged. I can't stop.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a mastermind with words, it just seems I'm rarely genuine with comfort.

I'm even analyzing this right now. Maybe I have a secret insecurity or paranoia that I'm being lied to. Maybe I'm lying to myself. Maybe I'm too caught up in my own writing mindset to give it a rest and separate myself from the mere persona I've created on paper.

Perhaps I'm a sociopath, who knows?

Emotion has just been so difficult to comprehend. It's never stagnant enough to learn about, ever changing, and loose. I have no patience for that.

Ignorance is bliss.

I do feel. I do detect your feelings as well, but often I'm blind as to how the affect you. We all are.

I feel as though empathy tends to be linked with sympathy, and sympathy, tragedy and grief. Empathy is applicable to so much more.
Think about it next time you want to strengthen connections, it will be of good use.

Don't let my poetic nature fool you, however. I am a bender of words, and therefor truths. I am powerful in that I could make you feel secure in your emotions, without feel a bit of stability in mine.

Am I moral? These are no lies, but closer to empty promises.

You ask for this. You wanted the safety blanket wrapped tightly around you by a nurturing mother to tell you all is well, this is me doing you a favor. I am helping. You need to be told you're alive and well and successful and loved and secure.

You come to me in your darkest days for a flashlight but later regret being blinded?

Take precautions. Listen to my song. Sirens are desirable but dangerous, as per your request.

Continue to find security in others, if you please. I'll be here for you when you want to come home."

My mirror has always been very wise.