I have too much time to think...

Listening.

Listening...
I do it so much.
Everyday, I listen to others. Their pain, their joy. Their emotions.
I take it in, but I take in so much pain.
I am a listener. It's my job to listen and help people. Human or not.

But no one pauses for the listener.
The listener takes it all in. And lock it up.
And they bleed, and no one knows.
They destroy their light.
And they break, but they listen still, and they shatter. And they listen.
And listen.
And when they meet someone who's willing to help them.
New feelings rise. And rise. And rise.
And they hurt. And they refuse aid. But the other pushes harder. And harder.
And the walls the listener built up and reinforced so well. Breaks and their shattered heart is revealed.
And they cry.
And they can't stop.
Because no one pauses for the listener.
People think the listener is invincible.
People think the listener isn't broken, or cracked.
But.
Then someone notices something.
When the listener is put in a position where she can't do anything.
She breaks down, her emotions are revealed.
And she is clearly bleeding inside. Drowning herself in others pain.
Because no one pauses for the listener
And then, someone does.
Of course, the listener refuses. But in the end, they cry and some of those bottled emotions are released.
And in the end, they listener is happy.
Because someone paused for the listener.