When You’re A Sensitive Soul Living In A World That Hurts Too Much

I’m a sensitive soul
living,
in an insensitive world.
A world that hurts,
too much.

A world that denies love.
And encourages fear.
Even
of.
love.

A world not built for me.
But needs me.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I hurt for the hurting.
I bleed for the wounded.
I cry for the sad.
I feel for the numb.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I show up for the delinquent.
I stand brave for the scared.
I remain open for the closed.
I give for those who take.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I find solitude comforting.
Too much world time,
can destroy me,
and almost did.

It’s a battlefield,
I’m the target,
who’s not
always
armed well.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I speak up,
speak out,
lend my voice,
my heart,
my strength.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I know when you are lying,
to me,
to yourself.
I know things I cannot explain.
I feel.
It’s who I am.
Connected to pretty much,
everything.

I’m a sensitive soul;
I see and know
too much sometimes.
The pain and suffering,
not always mine.
I feel pain,
like I feel love,
deeply.
An empath,
they tell me.

I’m a sensitive soul;
Who’s often
misunderstood,
dismissed
confused
depressed
feeling anxiety.

It’s not easy living in a world
you don’t fit in.

I’m a sensitive soul;
Tried to medicate,
dim,
numb,
anything to fit in.
But we cannot.

We were never meant to.

We are different.

Why?

To prepare us.

For we are sensitive souls;
Born into a world we don’t fit in.
Fighting,
to create a new one.