A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
Some days I decipher myself.
Some days I don't know who I am.
Some days I'm selfish.
Some days I'm caring.
Everyday I don't know what's happening or who I am.
Everyday It's up to me to decide what I should be, or how I should act, and everyday I go through the same thoughts over and over again.
Everyday I look in the mirror and notice blemishes.
Some days I look in the mirror and see the same thing I saw before, but it is different when I look at it, and some days I touch my face and feel scales.
Everyday I fear pain.
Some days pain is happiness, and some days pain is suffering.
Some days pain is boredom, some days pain is stress.
Everyday is a marathon run from pain, and some days that pain is harder to notice.
Some days I'm crazy.
Some days I'm happy.
Some days I'm depressed.
Some days I'm determined.
Everyday I make myself do things I don't want to do so I can enjoy the things I do want to do, and many days I don't know how to enjoy the things I want to do.
Everyday people act the same way.
Everyday I act the same way.
Everyday the sun rises and the sun sets.
And some days I watch it, and some days I don't.
Some days I don't want it to rise, and some days I'm eager for it to.
One day I'll know what this means,
And everyday, I won't.
Some days I'll fight death,
One day, I will lose.
Some days I will get mad at nothing special, and will attempt to justify it,
Because some days, I just want the world to be over, and I just want to win.
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