Am I feelingless?
‘Cause that’s what they say—
when I only listen, don’t react,
just carry on with my day.
When my words don’t feel warm enough,
but distant… even bare—
I guess to them,
it must sound like I don’t even care.
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe I am.
I used to feel deeply,
had so much to share…
But somewhere along the way,
I became my own listening ear—
’cause holding my breath for someone else
would’ve left me gasping for air.
So—feelingless?
Yes. I am.
If feelingless means
not carrying their burdens
because I too have mine to bear.
Not crying with them—
because I’ve already dried every single tear.
But still…
to quietly stand in the flames with them
when nobody else
would even dare.
