A poem about empathy.
Empathetic Me
I’m sorry for the bad things
that happen to people
on a daily basis.
There’s a lot of it and
it feels like there’s not much
I can do.
It gives me a knot in my
stomach and sometimes
I even cry.
I wonder what He would do;
but I am not perfect
like Him.
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