Sponges

My mind a sponge that soaks up the emotions of others.

Doesn’t matter who it is, strangers, sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers.

Their pleasure, their fear, their excitement, or pain

Regardless of what is given, I get it all the same.

Taking over my thoughts and my reason. Invading until I don’t know what is mine

Driving out logic, hurting my spirit without reason or rhyme.

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