I drink my fill,

Every day,

Of emotional cocktails,

An internal soiree,

A group of people,

So hauntingly sweet,

As they talk, even near me,

I breath in the aroma so sweet,

Their emotions, intoxicating,

Their expressions, so sweet,

A glorious interaction,

On its curiosity I feed,

Yet, things are not perfect,

But so are things designed,

The slight imperfections,

Can leave me near blind,

Then I scowl and I bark,

My laughter gone corse,

And the bitter-sweet flavor of melancholy,

I taste on my tongue in full force,

My moods can change swiftly,

If I let them show through,

As any of my closest friends,

Could surely tell you,

Their flavors and colors,

A symphony of taste,

Ever-pouring, Ever-changing,

I drink them, post-haste,

I revel in flavor,

I want to laugh in maniacal delight,

Oh! The sensations!

And there lies my plight,

I feed on the feeling of others,

I draw in each magnificent bite,

But I don't control what I intake,

I take in dark ones, sometimes better than light,

So "Careful," I say, "What, around me, you feel,

"For I take it in, and will your pain, too, steal,

"Even if, despite trying, you take no comfort from me,

"I'll still offer my soul; and I'll offer it free."

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(A/N) I'm emotional. I have an extremely empathic nature, and so do other people in the world. Even if you take nothing else away from this poem, at least be aware that there are people like the one described in this poem. I know because I do exactly what I described; I find immense pleasure in the different tastes of emotions. That's why I love fantasy; I can taste so many different types of things there...

Your poet,

-Shadefinder :)