I often wonder why my heart feels so deeply,
As if I am wired to sense the world in ways others might not.
Life—its joys, sorrows, and fleeting moments—
Touches me profoundly, perhaps too much at times.
I feel the silent whispers within a work of art,
The subtle shift in a familiar voice,
And the weight of emotions that others may overlook.
Yet, with this sensitivity comes fear.
I am afraid of feeling too much,
Afraid that every passing moment will carry a new weight to bear.
I know it is a part of being human,
But still, I hesitate to be seen as someone who feels more than they should.
Though I try to live rationally,
I cannot deny the quiet flood of emotions that stir within me.
So why am I putting these thoughts into words?
Perhaps I need to remind myself, over and over,
Of this tender side of me—
The side that cares too deeply, feels too much,
The side I can never fully reveal to the world,
Yet the very part that makes me who I am.
