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
Without noticing my open wounds
I found a pin
I didn't understand it
I looked at it again and again
Where did this pin come from?
What does it mean?
The pin isn't anything
It's what's behind the scene
From the broken wall
To the patio floor
This world isn't that small
So why am I so bored?
The pin from the unknown
It's all torn up and thrown
And behind it's exterior
The message was clear
My head crashed into itself
Refusing to commit
And overthrown by anxiety
And the other emotions and shit
The pin is just me
And the pin doesn't know of me
Things happen in front of it
Finally the emotions have confronted
My eyes swelled
as I looked to the pin
I can't stop looking at it
again and again
Here it is
It's me once more
And now my emotions
They're all torn
There are many pins
And this one is mine
The pin really is something
It's rather sublime
Through this pool
The pin converged
And through the emotion
My feelings unheard
Not by others
But by myself
I sit alone
All wrapped in wealth
The pin describes its own
I added some layers
So the pin was overblown
And I the slayer
I throw the pin away
In deep defiance
As I let my hair sway
The rebellion of the reliant
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