Sometimes I wish I could turn off my humanity.
I feel like an emotional slave when it comes to caring for others,
I continue to offer myself, almost like a sacrifice,
And somehow I can’t seem to help it.
It hurts to care, to feel like the person who cares “too much,”
But I’d rather truthfully care than pretend to be heartless.
That hurts the most, you know.
I can’t seem to think of a pain worse,
Lying to yourself, but you know the truth.
Remember when we didn’t fear the truth?
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off. My emotional mantra,
It can be a lot to deal with at times. Others are confused as to why
I feel the need to help others, even when I do not have the help to give.
But at what price do I pay for this? What does it leave me with in the end?
But I can’t help it. I cannot stop. The feelings are too damn good to recluse.