Discombobulated

It is both a blessing and a curse
To feel everything so deeply,
My heart is an open wound,
Filled with everything, completely.

I feel the love
Radiating from the couple just married,
Coming down the steps of the church,
As the new wife is carried.

I feel the wrath
Of the wife's lost trust,
As she read the note in his pocket,
She learned of his true lust.

I feel the sadness
Of the young mothers grief,
Her only child gone forever,
Taken by an unknown thief.

I feel the pain
Of the man lying on the floor,
His wrists sliced and bleeding,
Because he couldn't take it anymore.

I feel the confusion
Of the people he left behind,
"Why would he want to leave us?"
How could they be so blind?

I feel the shame
Of the girl who was raped,
By someone she knew, someone she trusted,
And all her friend told her was, "You should have escaped."

I feel the guilt
Of the girl who confessed,
But it wasn't her fault,
She was the victim of the molest....

I feel the obligation
Of the married mother of two,
To keep her husband "happy"
Even when she doesn't want to.

I feel the frustration
Of the single mother at home,
Never getting help from the father,
And having to do it all on her own.

I feel everything
You could possibly imagine.
There is no relief,
To my endless compassion.

For I am an empath,
A discombobulated soul,
Feeling all the feels around me,
With a heart never fully whole.