Empathetic Eyes

Empathetic eyes,

Sometimes just a guise,

When respect is not there for uniqueness,
Trying to feel what is another's to feel,
Can mean a lack in oneself, and a weakness.





So cheesy!


Frenzy husslers,

Naivety sifters,


Truth twisters.


Open yourself,

Respect what YOU feel,

As humans we all feel our own feelings,

Though another may listen,

And resonate well

Their perception of you, is their own personal hell,

And most often their own subconscious concealings





Copyright 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About empathy.


I deleted the previous comments on this because I changed the poem so much today, that it was almost a different poem altogether. Basically the same idea, but just in case, I deleted out of respect for the commentors. 


So empathy, yes....often confused and mixed up with emotions of all kinds. You know empathy though, because it is a calm and reassured supportive caring, free of any and all  out-of-control emotion. In medicine and many other professional standards, the lines between empathy and sympathy are too often crossed and confused to the point of ethics' violations that create a huge mess.


Empathy is showing you care in whatever way is needed, and caring enough to put all other feelings aside in order to do so. I believe it comes from a place of much higher intelligence than sheer emotion. It is not void of feeling, just able to govern over it.


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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "