Sitting here
Staring at all the words
Written on the wall
None are mine
My fingertips
Claw down the plaster
Nails on a chalkboard
Feeling the meaning
Of other people's pain
Drawn in
Sketched out
Tortures
Beat through my chest
Feet welded to asphalt
Unable to move
I fall into this
Bottomless pit
Of vicarious empathy
Red hair pasted
To cheeks with tears
I want to give
Myself away
To help make the words
Disappear
Releasing sensitivity
But I'm afraid
I've over stayed
My welcome
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