One of my burdens,
is that I carry all the negativity of the world with me.
I don't remember when it first happened.
I was young.
Friends and family started projecting their toxic traits on me.
I was treated as their lesser.
As a wanderlust child,
it was jarring.
I was so used to bathing in the warmth of the world.
Imagine closing your eyes,
face to the sun,
basking in your glow.
Someone kicks the back of your knees out,
and laughs.
You hit the cracked concrete,
breaking the skin on both knees,
and blooding your palms.
Religion warns you about the evils of the world.
What they don't sell,
is once it finds you,
it is always abound.
Sometimes in the ones you trust.
This cuts the deepest.
As children,
we just want to exist.
As you get older,
it gets harder to hold on to that.
Especially as an empath.
I wish I could live my life,
with not a care in the world.
Instead,
I'm cursed to absorb others bullshit,
and feel my body disintegrate.
Each passing summer,
my existence is celebrated.
There's cake,
ice cream,
gifts,
and love.
I shed a layer of negativity,
and try returning the light.
It's short lived,
because with the ying,
comes the yang.
And the grind resumes.
So I persist,
reforming a protective layer,
and taking the emotional blows in stride.
