Sensitive

I can feel a lot of things.

Sensitive, but not like you'd think.

Not like crying all the time

Or getting upset.

I hide it well, I think.

I've learned to mask my temper

Because would anyone want to stick around with someone like that?

Someone so horrible she can't look at herself some days?

And so I hide from it.

I've been told to find an outlet.

My outlet? The water? The swimming? Gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

I found something else and it's the best thing that ever happened to me.

It's not the same.

I don't have an outlet.

I never will again.

I'm sensitive and I can feel people

I can feel how they feel to me

I feel them

How they are

I can tell if I like them or if I don't upon first glance.

Sensitive, I guess.

It's some sort of sciencey thing.

Don't really care.

I can feel the ick and I can feel the magnet.

Magnet, magnet, magnet.

And so, my life

Comes down to being sensitive

Just because I know you before we've talked.

Sensitive to tone. Energy. Vibe.

It's a blessing and a curse.

Easily overwhelmed, stupid in crowds -

What a life this is.