Price

I can't feel the way you do.
Something inside me is stone-like.
I see you gasp, your face contort in pain...for somebody else's pain. 

Your eyes well up and you weep.

 
My insides are ugly dry.
It was another reality,

where my emotions would resonate within me, 

shake me up and drown me.
Only rage does that to me now.
I have adapted myself well to the changes around.
Remember the old adage?
"...cry and you cry alone"? It is true.

See. I can't cry with you.
I can share every other emotion. 

But till it is throbbing pulsating raw, 

blazing a caustic trail that dries everything en route...  

Grief is mine.

The price I pay, is you.