I spoke about me today

I spoke about me today.

Who am I?
Complex I was asked.
Complicated maybe.
No.
Deep, misunderstood.
No.
Sensitively sponge like.
Like an absorbent cloth that soaks up the very essence of feelings.
A taker of emotions.
A keeper of fear.
A circle of energies that grip my very being.
I can’t go anywhere without a rage of torment rushing through me of fear where the unknown lurks.
Who am I?
Why am I feeling this way?
I feel sad, I feel happy, I feel broken, I feel free, I’m light, I’m dark.
I can’t stand crowds, I feel confused.
I crave solitude. The peace within myself to be alone.
I know if someone’s hurting. I know if they feel joy.
I know if loss is nearing.
I know if birth arrives.
I feel.
I know what I am.
I’m kind, I’m loving, I care, I hurt, I cry, I laugh, I’m giving.
I feel.

Am I an Empath?

Yes

No matter where I go or what I do.
I feel every person, every animal, all pain, all fears.

No I’m not crazy.
No I’m not mad.

I’m me.

I’m real, I’m human.

An Empath