Empathic

Helping while I'm hurting is an art form I've perfected Since I was a little child, I've manufactured smiles Now I'm in my early twenties and I refuse to fall to pieces every time I see you panic It's somewhat telepathic I think I've skewed my standard for your pain I think it's time I understand my brain I think I think My mother is an angel that the devil tried to stifle After cancer more afflictions, did she manufacture smiles? Can I understand your pain and not degenerate my brain into a million shattered pieces Find peace in the cacophony? I want to listen and remain intact I want to empathize with boundaries set I want I won't crumble Is this momentary comfort, could you call it my composure? When I'm with you while you're broken, my heart is somehow open Has He taken off the weight so I can finally stand straight and be a light to those who need me To empathize freely? I've found an answer despite being bound I've found grace and peace are all around I've found I've found I'm found