Keeper of Sorrows

All through life,
I have been here.

I stay here for when I'm needed.

Ignoring my own needs,
So the happiness of others may flourish.

I have accepted this as Destiny,
For so long.

I absorb others pain
So they don't need to withstand it
So there are no sorrowful songs.
I've heard it said that every soul has wings,

So they can go where they need to be

When their time comes.

But these wings of mine,

are battered and torn.

From the pain and burden I have allowed
myself to bear.
They can bring me nowhere.

I cannot explain to you why
I have chosen this for myself.

It is simply my own nature.

What I don't understand
is
Why am I looked down upon?

For caring how others feel?

I suffer their emotional pain

As physical scars.
I wear their sorrow as a gown,
so they can be happy,
but they still feel the need to kick me
when I'm down.

No matter, I have accepted this.
Over time.

I am not meant to find my own happiness.
But instead, that of others.
No matter how cruel or undeserving.

But what happens
to my melancholy?
Does someone else bear that burden?

Is there someone like me?
Someone whose purpose is to set ME free?

I can only hope so, as I wait here.

We'll have to wait and see...

Can I be happy?