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
Before the day had dawned
On this Earth an angel spawned
I stood before her beaming light
My mind in wonder of her sight
My past gleaned at the behest of others
The midnight had drawn livid mothers
Myself moved unborn
No one before to adorn
Only to her I confide
Everything else kept inside
Discovery lead to betrayal
Bright color turned to pale
My corpse lay in ash
Ideal and reality clash
She saw no problem
Her quest began autumn
Her presence gave hope
And filled the spot of rope
Her gleaming smile shine
I prayed she stay mine
But loyalty have no reward
Even perfection submit to the sword
The population will say I'm dumb
I will prevent that day to come
The thought bring fervent anguish
But ignoring reality I languish
This time I must savor
Happiness without her waiver
Hi, I just found your blog and I must say this is lovely, do you write all of this?
ReplyDeleteYes yes, I do! 😊 I've been trying to get into poetry more and more.
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