Story of the bee

I care deeply

Yet I lost the ability to feel.

I cried for those kidnapped

Yet I lost the ability to feel.

My heart breaks for the loss of lives

Yet I lost the ability to feel.

I rage over the murders at the festival

Yet I lost the ability to feel.

I weep when i think of our soldiers

Yet i lost the ability to feel

Im an empty shell

On autopilot

I automatically react

When you ask me

I will come through

Im here

For you.

Ask me how i am

Ill recite platitudes

No emotion

No attitude.

Ill do

Therefore I am.