"Too sensitive"
he said of me
as if I chose to feel
the subtleties of another's nature
to know the truth
behind his hardened lies

Perhaps I have chosen
but tell me
how does one choose otherwise?
How do others live
denying intuition?
How do they trust
without this inner trust?

How does he live?
insensitive to other hearts
never sharing joy or pain
never knowing the closeness of compassion

a mind without heart
cold and calculating
intellect without emotion
destroys life

When did caring
become questionable?
"too sensitive," he said
too sensitive

? Michaelette ?