When I was a little girl, I seen all the pain that people have to go through in life and I never understood why. Maybe I was naïve, but I always wish there were a way to take on everyone else’s pain if it meant they would not have to experience it.
I was 7 years old.
Now I’m 27 years old, and I continue to go through life seeing the pain of others, the difference is, I am now one of those people.
So, I bite my tongue, look down, and keep going because who am I to complain?
Broken heart, who cares.
Broken promises, so what.
Broken bones, your point?
So I keep going because I can take it, but deep down I know I’m the biggest hypocrite.
I smile.
I listen.
I empathize.
I remind you that no pain is too little.
Sure it can always be “worse” but what does that matter, it doesn’t mean it’s any less painful.
I continue to grow.
I continue to try.
I become tired.
I become overwhelmed.
I become stressed.
Yet I continue to hide it because no one needs to be burdened with my problems when they have so many of their own.
I guess the irony of it all, is that I have the received the “gift” that I asked for, to take on ones pain but I feel a bit cheated because it does not take it away for the other it only shares.
©ourreality
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