The Essence Of Who I Am

I’m only myself when i’m alone

I pick up feelings like picking up the phone

I cant remember the last time my tears were just my own

I don’t think there is enough mourning in the world so every morning I have to feel it all

Walking into a party and sorting through the feelings like a piece of chalk and a board hung on a wall

People call it empathy, I call it cruel

It uses my energy and emotions as it’s fuel

I’m only myself when i’m alone

Am I lonely if I crave the moments I can truly meet myself again as if i’ve sold myself out on a loan

It’s only when my house is empty as a old show room that i can welcome my emotions home

M.A.P

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