The Curse of the Helper of the Damned

I hold a curse within me

It shines and gleams with sparkles that attracts the mindless, hopeless failures of men 

A gift from God! They shout with mindless, brainless cries 

This is no gift! I scream, praying they release me from their talons of stupidity

Talons of unfathomed greed, the mindless need of alleviation 

Their fear feeding into mine as I am forced to cry with them 

I was branded as their unwilling helper, the helper of the damned 

Kindness is a gift! You are being ungrateful! This gift is rare!

Maybe so, but the curse that holds me, that binds me is not kindness you daft fool! 

My soul is chained by the curse named empathy

It forces kindness and generosity out of me in wave after wave. 

With every smile it pulls and tugs from me ripping it from the small part of my broken brain and burning it unto my face

Empathy, a gift to millions of selfish, hatred consumed people. 

Empathy, a curse for the helpers of the damned