Being a healer is tough, cruel for one's existence. It is somehow the job of an empath, hard to be seen from the distance. The need to help others pervades the brain and makes it hardly impossible to say "NO".
No, I won't turn my back to you, pretending your issues are not alive. This is my way of saying "No", when I ain't saying it like this I strive.
I might deeply feel your pain inside my own body, hearing it screaming to be released. I'm aware it clutches your every cell, it's mulish and seems it doesn't want to escape.
Paradoxical, you're sick of this pain, but it's the only thing that keeps you away from becoming insane.
You don't know me, but I feel you. Your energy, it drains my entire essence out and makes me want to help you, I don't see another way out.
How can I be so sure, there's a huge crowd out there and there's your lack of fervor gleaming everywhere.
I see it, I take you out and try to pluck all the impurities, with more that I take out, I increase my own insecurities.
People say I'm susceptible, obnoxious at the same time, abominable. Some claim I'm rather lovable, in fact I'm certainly debatable.
I'm overwhelmed by myself, but I always have time for others, not sure what to do, but when I do it, everyone wonders how I am so thrilled, with my mirthful laugh around me. It's easy, my life's a mess, with some comedy surrounded by tragedy.
