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Selective Empathy

  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

The Pin

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