Empathy

A poem

By Kaylah Published 7 months ago • 1 min read

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The constant competition

Mirrored through others eyes

Empathy turns against me

Distracting my thoughts

Placing me in others minds

Breath sputtering

Tongue hovering

Gasping to be grounded

I regress

To all the places

I never wanted to be

Inspiration

About the Creator

Kaylah

We are all poets, artists and storytellers. Each of us creating through time; our purpose upon the canvas of life. I welcome you to my corner of the universe ✨

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Empathy

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About the Creator

Kaylah

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