Soft heart

I desire what others spend their entire lives trying to tear down
Things have got a way of creeping inside when defenses are down
No comfort or solitude,never alone,no solice
There's a name for the broken;empath some might call us
Accused,tried,and convicted of caring,of feeling
Such a heavy burden to bare;tends to leave a soft heart reeling
Pain,despair,joy,love are felt times three,all the while going unheard
So many shades of emotion lie layered between,yet still have no name,not one small word
To be born without walls is to be vulnerable
An ominous place for an empath,this world